We were playing frisbee with the dogs yesterday afternoon, when a fire truck drove by at a top speed, sirens blaring. We looked into the horizon, and not too far away was a huge plume of black, thick smoke.
I told Whitey that it looked like it was coming from our restaurant, and that when I was there about an hour before, there were new electrical lines everywhere. We quickly loaded up the dogs and drove towards the restaurant. The closer we got, the sicker I felt.
We drove up to flames, only they weren’t at our building, they were behind our building.
The firefighters were very fast in controlling the towering flames, and by the time I was able to snap a few photos, it was just smoking. They tore the roof off of the shed, and doused the fire incredibly fast.
A scary sight, though, to see so much activity nearby. The shed was used as a workshop, and had been filled with lumber and varnish. Not good.
That’s the last time I want to see an ambulance in front of our restaurant!