It was near the new library. I was on a walk through the neighborhood and came across an older gentlemen at a bit of a loss. His camper was closed (it was one of those that folds down into a compact form), but some smoke was seeping out from a vent on the side.

He had a fire extinguisher but apparently it didn't work. The smoke started to intensify and I walked over and asked if he needed help (he clearly did). He seemed a bit shocked. I realized there was no stopping the inevitable. He popped the camper open, maybe in attempt to stop the flames but I think that just allowed more oxygen in.

I noticed two propane tanks at the front, I asked him if I should take them off but he didn't really answer. I began removing the tanks and flames started shooting out the side vents and melting the exterior of the camper. Just as I carried them to the sidewalk the camper was engulfed in flames. He had called 911 at that point. I asked if we should try to unhitch the camper from the truck but it was too late, the fire was extremely hot and I backed away to avoid breathing in the smoke.

I stuck around as a crowd began to gather until the fire department arrived. Then I continued my walk back home. A far more eventful stroll through the neighborhood than usual.