By some kind of miracle, our situation seems stable despite howling winds for 24 hours. The amazing fire crews (900 total fire fighters plus the planes and helicopters) have battled furiously against the winds and kept the fire 30% contained. The winds are supposed to die down soon, and I don't think that the fire perimeter grew during them. I'm very thankful that we've come through the last 24 hours without more major losses although I'm mindful of how much has already been lost.
On our road, there's a fire lookout point that gives a good perspective of some of the evacuated houses. I've visited that spot a number of times over the past few days to check on the fire's status, and I've stood next to strangers straining through binoculars to see whether their house still existed. Some discovered the horrible truth as I stood nearby. My heart broke for them.
Yesterday evening, spot fires were breaking out all around us due to the low humidity and high winds. Each one seemed to be completely unrelated to the main fire - caused by campfires out of control or downed powerlines outside the original fire perimeter. The Duo and I did a fast hike up to Hug Hill in wailing winds to check out a smoke plume that a neighbor had seen. No one was sure if the fire fighters had found the source of that particular plume. So, I checked on it, and it was gone. The Duo and I could relax after that good news!
R still strained to catch every scent on the bursts of wind.
Do you ever feel like a speck of dust caught in the powerful forces of the universe? I do. And, K looks tiny in the wider backdrop of our natural world in the photo below.
Perspective is everything.