|Waldo Canyon Fire Day Three|
This fire is daunting, in both it's beauty and in it's terror. It started out as feathery plumes that drew the eye towards Pikes Peak. They got steadily darker and more ominous, eventually taking over the sky as we watched from our expansive office windows.
Heading north on Saturday night, it was easier to put it aside, as the smoke seemed to be just a haze in the distance. Sunday seemed a little scarier again, as we tried to take Grace to camp while road after road was closing. We drove towards the fire and watched as flames occasionally flickered at the top of the ridge line, then watched as they danced away.
I mentally started packing in my mind- what shall I grab if we have to evacuate? It's not so far-fetched- the fire could easily snake its way up here, just a few miles and a ridge. Passports, files, pictures- these are the things I immediately think of. Anything else, clothing, Northface sleeping bags, china- they would all be replaceable...
And today, Monday. Hottest day in over twenty years, with winds whipping in every direction. The air smells like a bad campfire- acrid and enough to make me rush inside. My car is covered in a fine layer of black- not enough windshield wiper fluid to do anything except smear it across my glass. I come home tonight, intent on both trying to cool off despite the heavy heat and on getting together things that matter, just in case. I look at all of the pictures that friends are posting online, and I am in awe of the power of a spark.