A fire that spread to our pasture prompted my brother-in-law to take a break from the harvest field and fly over to make sure none of the cows had escaped the downed fence.
Luckily for me, he took me and my camera along.
About the fourth tight turn, he asked me if I was getting sick. Luckily (for him) I wasn’t, because the view was spectacular and I probably would have thrown up before I said anything if it meant we would have landed.
That’s the actual fire that was north of town.
We also circled south of town and buzzed over the crew.