I had a strange feeling all day that I’d get a disaster call tonight, and it turns out I was right. About a half hour after my shift started, I got a call and started assembling my team. We met at our office a little after 7, and that’s when the wild goose chase began.
I can’t go into specifics, but it was one of the strangest things I’ve ever dealt with as a volunteer. One minute, we were heading out to the fire scene. The next, we weren’t and I had to get a manager involved. I normally do my best to not involve a manager since I feel at this point I should have an idea on how to respond, but this was new for everyone involved.
Regardless, it turns out we drove to our office and wasted about an hour with phone calls and coordinating facts for nothing. On the plus side, I got to pull over on the way home and check out the view from a new-to-me spot. I thought I’d like it a lot more, and maybe I would if I’d had my camera with me and not just my phone, but it sufficed.
If I couldn’t go to a real fire tonight, at least I got to see a fire in the sky!