When the phone rang last night at midnight, I saw on caller ID who it was, I knew instantly something was wrong.
Bill and I sat up on the front porch watching the storm roll in over the hills. Our hills create pretty spectacular sites, last night was worth staying up and watching. Just as we went to bed, there was a lighting strike we knew for sure hit real close, just wasn't quite aware of HOW close. That is until the phone rang.
Our neighbor up the road was up late worried about all the lightning and how dry our ground is. Thankfully, she was worried and decided to scan the hills surrounding their place one last time before trying to sleep. Sure enough, one of those close strikes did hit the ground and start a fire.
We have an awesome Volunteer department; their efforts in the middle of the night combined with the neighbor going up on his 4 wheeler before any responders arrived, and the landowner getting there with his side by side with a water tank they were able to contain the fire and get it out by about 2am. The fire was in a spot only accessible by 4 wheeler; sure am glad the guys arrived with lots of water and Dan had a tank on his side-by-side. Last night ended on a good note.
I took these shots of the storm coming in about 2 hours before the strike hit that started the fire. Night photography is something I really struggle with, but I do like the strikes with the flag lit up by them.
