Just six and a half months before the pandemic Roland, Jenna and I had gone to Bandon. And yet it feels like decades ago since we made that trip on Labor Day weekend last year. I did not think about that Labor Day until yesterday when I was looking for a picture of the fog.
We chose not to go anywhere this year due to COVID. When Labor Day had turned into night I was lying in bed and looking up at the stars. What a beautiful sight to see stars all summer. I didn’t realize that Labor Day would be my last opportunity even though I spent several minutes admiring the twinkles (which appeared to be twinkling as the fan had been lightly moving the blinds).
The next day the RS pres. had picked
up to attend a mini-RS meeting. We’ve
had four now beginning in Canyonville, Riddle, Working sisters, and
Tri-City. Will have one more in Myrtle
Creek. I enjoyed the scenery as we were
outdoors. The light breeze was
inviting. The skies were clear on the
drive home. But sometime between 1:00
and 1:30 the smoke crept over the mountains until they seemed to disappear.
Sometimes fog and smoke will
appear the same as both distort our vision.
But fog is clean and rises. I don’t have any problems breathing in the moist
clean air. Smoke descends – it envelopes
and lingers. Smoke is not pleasant. It chokes. It destroys. It does assist with cool colors
sometimes. But it’s certainly not worth
what the fires take away.
From earlier posts I am sharing these pictures of the fog and the smoke:
Our hometown has not been surrounded by smoke and fire as it was in 2017. I don't recall the governor issuing evacuation orders in 2017 as the hot topic that's been presented this year. We have been told that the entire state are at Level 1: be prepared to leave Level 2: pack up to head out and Level 3: LEAVE RIGHT NOW.
We are at a level 1 saddly there have been and continue to be several at Level 3.
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