I was thirty years old. So I moved my family to Idaho. But retirement wasn't for me. I kept brain storming on what I could do that would not come between my family and what I wanted. So I decided to go back to school and major in Fire Sciences.
Fire is a living, eating, breathing, consuming beast.
And that beast takes on different shapes, called fire devils or whirls. I saw one last year. I swear it appeared from the back of the fire in the heavy timbered area and came whirling up to the head of the fire in front of my guys like the Tasmanian devil and stopped. The whirl began to take on a human-like appearance with arms and a head. From the waist down it was a whirl that sounded like a screaming woman.