Vicki and I, along with my parents went to the Ozarks to spend the night with a YouthFront donor who asked if I would visit him. The 30 hour trip turned into quite an adventure. We arrived at his house uneventfully and after a tour of his home we jumped in the SUV to get something to eat. On the way to eat we decided to swing by the regional airport to see his new airplane that he had just purchased last month. We pulled up to a hangar and he tried unsuccessfully to unlock the door. He was getting frustrated about not being able to get the door unlocked. I walked around the hangar and
found a place where the sheet metal was separated a bit. I could not fit through it but Vicki was able to. She opened the door from the inside and we walked in. I flipped on the lights. Our host seem more perplexed than we were when the hangar contained no airplane. There was a huge boat and a couple of SUVs but no airplane. He sheepishly announced that we were in the wrong hangar. We quickly left before we were shot. Soon we found the right hangar and inspected his plane.
After dinner we returned to his home and talked awhile before we settled in for the night in his guest rooms. His house is situated high on a bluff overlooking the lake nestled among cedar trees and other homes. Around 4:00 AM Vicki woke me up with the proclamation
"fire." We looked out the window and the house next door was aflame and embers were falling around us like snow. Immediately I began shouting orders. "Wake my parents." "Throw my computer in the car." (I can't lose my computer.) "Call 911." "Get everyone out of the house and get a hose ready to put the embers out as they hit the yard and house." I ran outside to the front of the burning house as the first responder. One half of the home was engulfed in flames along with a vehicle in front of the house. The heat prevented me from approaching the front door. I was also worried about the vehicle exploding. In case someone was still in the non-burning end of the home I threw a couple of large rocks
through the windows. My adrenaline was pumping when I hurled a rock through a huge plate glass window. I noticed that embers were falling everywhere and the adjacent homes were in danger of igniting. I pounded on three homes until freaked out homeowners appeared. Thank God, for the second time in eight hours I wasn't shot. I ordered, and I mean ordered, everyone to get out of their homes and get their hoses out to battle the igniting embers. There was one more home on the other side of the burning house that I needed to get to but this meant I had to pass near the burning vehicle. I crawled along a ravine and was exactly adjacent to the vehicle within 50 feet when it
exploded. What a rush. I felt like I was back in Jr. High youth ministry.
It was a full half hour before the Fire Trucks were pumping water full stream. After briefing the emergency personnel on what had transpired I turned my attention to taking pictures. Thank God the fire was contained to the one house. At this time it appears that no one was home. Here are some more of the pictures...

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