Brrrr!

It's noon, and we've finally hit a toasty 49 degrees (F). We've all been extended the last few days due to red flag warnings, high fire danger, etc. Last night it got down to 12 degrees (F), and didn't rise above freezing until after 9am. Not that I doubt that fires will take off running in sub-freezing temperatures, but the act of getting up before sunlight has yet to warm the land is painful if not down-right ridiculous. When I got into my car this morning, it was just light enough for me to confirm that there was indeed frost on the roof of my jeep. I was however, very excited to find no ice to scrape off my windshield. There's something to be said about low humidities. I don't even own an ice scraper yet.

Yesterday day we went down to another station to cover for days off for that crew. We passed farms along the way that had icicles hanging from those big irrigation sprinklers. Unfortunate. Worse than that, we're on fire restrictions up here and have been since July, which mean no campfires anywhere. Who would camp where you can't have campfires? Especially where it gets below 20 degrees at night? Well we were fortunate enough to be tasked with being the jerks to go put out everyone's campfires that were rebels enough to light one in the first place. I felt like a jerk, but in our defense, there are signs up that say no campfires... only gas portable stoves.

Let that be a lesson to you. Always call ahead to see if campfires are allowed. If it's anywhere in Southern California, the chances are you can't have a fire.