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Thursday, November 4, 2010
Fire and Ice
I sure can't figure this one out, so I'm hoping there might be something in the newspaper tomorrow explaining what this is all about.
At about 10:30 this morning, I looked out the kitchen window. About 1/4 mile down the highway I could see a tall flame. I went outside, but couldn't tell what it was. Using the camera I zoomed in, and discovered that one of the large propane cylinders at the distributor was being flared off.
Just a couple minutes later, it began to sleet. I was so interested in watching the fire that I didn't take a picture of the ice collecting on the kitchen steps, but when I looked at the pictures... well, just compare them. In the first, the air is clear. In the second it's white. That's because of how heavily the slush was falling.
I watched and watched. I didn't call 911. I mean... this tank is just yards from the office of the distributor. There are businesses all around it. Cars and trucks were passing by on the highway, the drivers apparently paying no attention. There were no police cars, and no fire trucks nearby.
How long did it last? I didn't watch every minute, but approximately five hours. Five hours! I know that's a big tank, but that's a big flame. I'm amazed that it took that long to burn out. And why would a company choose this method to empty a tank?