These poor bastards...

...are still mopping this mess up:

I, on the other hand, am sitting at my desk in my forward command post (the garage), editing photos, eating the subway sando that sat under the seat of my truck while I shot the above fire and enjoying a cold beer.

How's that for a run-on sentence?

I don't know what these guys are doing:

But I guarantee that they are not as tired as the group in the first photo.

As usual, June is providing Local FD with a few grass fire to get the season rolling. As we had a lot of rain last winter, the grass crop is rather good. We shall see if the flashy fuels continue to keep all of us busy this summer until the winds blow in the fall.

History tells us things will drop off in July and the first part of August, then pick up in September and October.

By then, I just won't care. Except to take pictures of course.

Thanks for reading,
Schmoe