Glen spotted this out in the distance and we called our desk. They were aware of it and a chopper was in route. Continue on to your original story.
But wait. . .
. . .we're right here and our interview isn't scheduled for another hour. How about we send you a live HD picture of what we can see.
Makes sense. Do it for the top of the 5:00pm show.
The current time? Why, 4:51pm.
Find a spot, stop the truck, fire up the generator, pop the mast, pan in the microwave signal; throw out and connect the sticks, camera, cables; dial in the IFB, check levels and listen as they come out to our live picture.
That was day one.
On Day Two, I was sent out to relieve the dayside SNG operator on the fire for the same fire burning over Azusa.
It was pretty freaking hot out on San Gabriel Mountain Canyon Road and we couldn't even get up close to where the fire was burning for our liveshots.
Still, the photo opp from the mouth of the canyon where we had made base camp was worthwhile and the crew was able to get an escort up into the fire area to shoot some compelling fire footage.
It was kind of cool to see that we could make out the LA skyline even from way out on the edge of the county line.
Our nightside liveshots were a bit more on the minimalist side.
Not a lot to see out in the brush after dark.
On to the third day.
I was surprised that they didn't send the SAT truck back out to cover the fire near Azusa and I wound up sitting around the station for several hours. Somebody must have seen me sitting around with nothing do and looking all happy. They sent me to downtown LA to cruise for news.
For me, that meant a french dip sandwhich from "Cole's" or "Phillipe's", but before I could get my hot mustard on, I was called to head up to Jeff Maile's house.
Jeff Mailes is one of my fellow photographers at CBS2/KCAL9 (oops, I mean NEWS CENTRAL. . .ta daa!) and he lives up in the La Canada/Flintridge area.
They had a small fire going on up there and it was just ever so slowly creeping towards the populated parts of the area.
Not slow enough for the comfort of Jeff and his neighbors, but not fast enough to make people immediately get the heck out of Dodge.
It was exciting and then boring and then it got exciting again. Like a movie, but with the added risk of people actually losing their homes and all their worldly possesions in a blazing hellish inferno.
Also, somebody baked cookies. Now that's so much more friendlier than what we can usually expect. I kept asking Jeff if he'd like to turn the sprinklers on us.
I wouldn't have minded.
Heck, it was Jeff.
Got any more of those cookies?
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