When they reached a small clearing, her dad had already arrived with a wildfire engine. These trucks were wide, heavy, and smaller than the standard in-town engines. More the size of a utility service truck, they could cross surprisingly rough terrain with a great deal of gear and five hundred gallons of water.
Once they were gathered, Candace pulled out a fire shelter pouch and held it up for all to see.
“This is a five-hundred dollar device of last resort. You will always have one on your hip and you will protect it more carefully than your own face. If everything else goes wrong and you find yourself in a burnover situation, this foil shelter is your only chance of survival.”
That sobered a number of their faces.
“Today, we’ll practice with plastic shelters worth about ten dollars.
