In the summer of 1987 I was fire lookout on Call Mountain in the central California coastal range. It was a shared position – I’d work four days on, three days off for one week, then three days on and four off for the next. I took my two cats, Ozzie and Goose (named for baseball players).
Call Mountain is oak woodland and overlooks the Paicines Valley to the Central Valley. I could see the Sierras on the eastern horizon – Mount Whitney to north of Yosemite.
To the west I could see the mountains of the Ventana wilderness.
The lookout is 40’ tall and i could park my truck inside the base. During WWII it was used to watch for enemy aircraft.
My parents came to visit one day. It was fun to show it to them.
I loved this job – the solitude and the fine working conditions.
The next year, the Forest Service closed most lookouts. People were getting cell phones and could report fires before we could see them.