I have been quite lame about posting to my blog this summer. The weather wipes me out. Either I am so hot that I can’t think or I’m being sent to a coma by the a/c or fans . . . . or winds. I have been feeling blessed with the lack of smoke that we have seen this month – although the last two days have brought a haze that I can barely see. Richard and Jaime can smell it but I cannot. I’ve had the windows open and just thought it was overcast.
I’ve been checking the fire map and have not noticed any fires along I5. Richard says this is blowing from the east of us and is the worst fire in all of Oregon history. All the fires have been given names – usually after the area it is burning. This one is called the Durkee Fire – just west of Boise, Idaho (here). Oh, my heck!
We did have a fire in the neighborhood quite recently. I missed my window of opportunity for taking pictures. I did that on purpose hoping that it could be maintained and I we wouldn’t have to evacuate. I heard the fire trucks and new it was close – but not so close that those who live in the adjoining neighborhood wouldn’t be able to get through on our street and would have to park their cars at the base of the hill. I had never seen so many cars parked or people outside in the neighborhood since we moved in 2016. But then again we didn’t have most of those neighbors before 2020. Weird.
I did not see the fire. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the flames from any fire – only smoke. White smoke at that – the water sprays were the same white color and the fire was out. I don’t know what happened but am very grateful that it was out shortly after the trucks arrived. Perhaps I’ll create a follow up post if I should hear about what may have happened.
