I live in Colorado (Golden…a small town/suburb west of Denver). Something like 100 acres are on fire in one area, there’s like 8 different fires and the acreage is growing. I live about 20 miles from the nearest fire: I should be in no danger, whatsoever, but I’m still feeling some of the effects.
The sky is a weird brownish-orangey/grey. The air is filled with soot. And yesterday was far worse.
One of the fire-sites is near Glenwood Springs: one of my earliest dates was near there. I was ooohhh…just past 16 or so, and was still in the phase where driving was fun. There was supposed to be a meteor-shower and my then girlfriend and I drove up there. We had a pair of binoculars (which turned out to be useless) and sat up there and just watched until about 2:00 in the morning.
Now? It’s scorched earth. I know all the arguments about how fire is necessary, how bad land-management policies have made things worse, etc…I don’t care right now.
My throat is raw and my eyes watering from the (relatively minor) smoke, I keep finding ash on my car, and if the wind shifts the wrong way, everything gets hazy.
< sigh >
Every year since I was 16…not quite half my life, my best friend and I sometime in end of June/early July have driven up Trail Ridge Road (the highest paved road in the world) which goes through Rocky Mountain National Park. We’ve stopped at the same mediocre diner in Estes Park (which is right at the entrance of the park: Ed’s Cantina) and had the same mediocre meal: A hot open-faced turkey sammich with gravy. We’d then drive the rest of the way up and just find a quiet spot and hung out, watched the stars, talk…
This year, it’s likely the park’ll be closed due to the extreme fire danger.
I suspect I’m an uncompassionate boor for caring more about little stuff like this than the people who’ve lost their homes and I don’t feel too wonderful about that either.
And looking west, due to all the particulate matter in the air, we have the most astounding sunsets I’ve ever seen. .
Fenris