Marty was sleeping outside in the tent, Aaron and I were inside the car, me in the backseat, Aaron sprawled across the front. It was around midnight, and all of a sudden I hear a knock on the side of the car. As I sat up thinking, “great, someone really wants to talk to us in the middle of the night?!?”. I suddenly realized that the field in front of me was on fire with the wind blowing in our direction. It reminded me of the scene from Free Willy where Willy has to jump over the fire to escape to freedom, as my viewpoint at that moment saw the fire coming from every angle (But luckily, that was not the case, we had a clear “exit” behind us). “Aaron, wake up!!” I managed to spit out in a dazy, nervous exclamation. He sat up with a start and we discovered it was Marty knocking on the door, who had smelled the fire and gotten out of the tent to investigate. We managed to get all of our stuff shoved in the Land Rover and drive out of the bush and down the road to a safe spot. Still not sure how it started, the next day we drove back by and it apparently had stopped itself not far past our campsite. Definitely an interesting experience, buy one I’d rather not repeat.
- September 5
- , 2012
