Just as the car was packed and the dogs were loaded, the wind shifted, died down a bit. Watched from the bluff as walls of flames literally doubled back on themselves at Latigo Canyon. That's where the fire is now, Latigo.

Can count at least five aircraft dropping water, can see scores of fire trucks as they snake up and down the hills. Cable is out, of course, so we rely on the scanner. Scanner talk is calm and concentrated, enacting a plan clearly laid out in advance. It gives you chills to hear these voices, makes you think words like courage and valor and honor.

For now, we're staying put. Here's the fire as it looked at dawn. And here's the sunrise.