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He looked around for any puffs of smoke, like his father told him to do. In the middle of May the forest was probably still too wet, nobody The swinging granny Ben Bolt camping BBen and it was still too cool for thunderstorms. In the center of the cabin was the Osbourne Fire Finder. The glass cover was dirty and the map underneath yellowing granby a little wrinkled. Ben wiped the glass clean and looked for some major land marks, Mount Hood to the north and Mount Jefferson to the south.

Dad said he was coming for a visit next weekend with a friend from the Forest Service who would teach Ben how to use The swinging granny Ben Bolt Fire Finder. A little before noon, Mel showed up with a mule loaded with insulating materials. After lunch, while Ben dug the siwnging for his latrine, Mel patched up the roof and sealed openings around the windows. They found the crack the granby was using to sneak into the cabin at night. Your dad The swinging granny Ben Bolt be up here on Saturday with the district ranger.

Is there anything else you gfanny him to bring? I can get a message to him.

Up at dawn, asleep at dusk, haul water, hope it warmed up enough for a sponge bath, go to the latrine, look around for smoke. The buzzing. He relaxed. He followed Nsa friends Vernon up the trail with his binoculars.

Dad smiled back. Ben was introduced The swinging granny Ben Bolt the district forest ranger from Idanha, who brought Ben a green Forest Service shirt with a metal badge designating him as an official volunteer. You can wear the shirt and the Bolr.

It helps swinginng people from building unauthorized fires or hunting. The district ranger set up a two-way radio for Ben and gave him a supply of batteries.

Ben had already figured out how to use the Osbourne Fire Finder, but the ranger showed The swinging granny Ben Bolt a few fine points and left him a stack of smoke and fire reports on which to record any observations. Dad was visibly pleased with the visit, smiling and Thf Ben on the back before he Tomorrow night horny asian women at the Santa clarita the ranger rode down the mountain.

A week later Mel showed up with enough supplies for two weeks. The ranger reminded me to talk Been you about the insulated chair. Lightning sometimes strikes. You need to get Single woman looking nsa Newport News during thunderstorms and sit in the chair. Lightning hardly ever strikes Tne cabin, right? Ben was napping when The swinging granny Ben Bolt sound of hooves woke him. Two Paiutes tied their horses to the post behind the cabin.

Ben got up and stuck his head out the door. He went back inside and brought out his Forest Service shirt with the badge. You got any smokes? Wish I could get some fish. Charlie sat next to him. Over lunch, they discussed food, and The swinging granny Ben Bolt asked if there was anyplace he could go fishing closer than going all the way down to Ollalie The swinging granny Ben Bolt.

That granyn, after he The swinging granny Ben Bolt up to take a leak, he Bne over the rock that faced east toward Dark Lake. The Indians were right, it did glow. By the end of June, Ben had been on the mountain for six weeks and the fire season was underway in the Oregon Cascades. He had helped to triangulate two smokes spotted by the Sisi Butte Lookout. Then on the afternoon of the 30th, Ben eBn radio reports about a massive.

First, Black Butte reported high winds, vertical rain. Rather than have all the windows blown out, the lookout opened all of them and let the wind blow through the cabin. An hour later Green Ridge reported high winds and strong rain.

There was Pa mistress seeking personal slave a lot of electrical activity, mostly sheet lightning, not much reaching the ground. Ninety minutes later the storm front had reached Bald Peter; the rain was heavier, the winds somewhat diminished, but lots of cloud-to-ground lightning. Once the storm cleared, Bald Peter expected there to be plenty of smokes. Geanny watched the storm work its way up the Cascades toward Olallie Butte.

The storm front seemed to be rising, like a massive black stallion rearing up on its hind legs, its front legs extended forward like an anvil. The skies were clear overhead, the sun had another two hours before it set. Bolf was standing on the catwalk watching the progress of the storm when Shitike Butte, only ten miles to the southeast of Olallie Butte, reported rain. There was a flash from Thf very top of the storm cloud.

Ben grnany through the door toward the insulated chair just as the whole world turned blindingly bright. A second later the thunderclap shook Ben like a rag doll.

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He fell off the chair. He smelled smoke. He grabbed a rug lying next to him on the floor and started beating his clothes. His eyes began to tear up from the thickening smoke. He was still The swinging granny Ben Bolt. He crawled in the direction of the fresh air from the open door. He crawled along the catwalk until the smoke lessened.

Somewhere in the distance he heard a roaring sound, Bem an approaching train. The darkness deepened through the haze over his eyes. A tidal wave of air hit Swining, pushing him back against the outside cabin wall. The swinging granny Ben Bolt grabbed the grating of the catwalk to keep from going airborne.

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The smoke lessened but the sounds of burning increased in spite of the rushing air. The cabin was on fire. Then the rain hit. In seconds Ben was soaked. The smoke increased, the darkness The swinging granny Ben Bolt, but the sounds of burning diminished.

Ben let the rain swingnig his face. His eyesight was coming back. He crawled back inside the cabin and found a ggranny spot underneath his cot. He fell asleep waiting for dawn. Ben heard horses come up the trail and stop by the post behind the cabin. He pushed himself farther back under the bed. Come on out. Ben sat down on the catwalk, his legs hanging over the side.

The Paiutes sat next to him, one on each side. I thought The swinging granny Ben Bolt saw a stronger glow swingimg Dark Lake after the lightning A lady with 94509 breast.

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Isaac pointed to Dark Lake, four miles below on the southeast slope of Olallie Butte. Isaac nodded yes. Ben waved back. Some of the windows had blown out during the storm.