Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Fire Season

The temperature is rising. School is in its final days. Lemonade fills my glass, and sunglasses are a must. Shorts (if I had any) are replacing pants for the next several months. It's summer. And all I can think about is the fact that it's fire season.

According to news reports this year is going to be a "normal" fire season, "and that means it's going to be an active one." It was great to get some rain today, but its presence reminded me that it has been a very dry spring, and that is not good for fire season.

Am I worried about our hill? No. It's completely charred. Am I worried about my house? Always. The PTSD has made it almost impossible to listen to fire engines, to smell smoke, to see fire without being paranoid, frightened, panicked. I've turned around when I've seen smoke, even if it's in front of me, and my house is behind me. I worry about the smell of smoke drifting over the valley. I fear that we won't be able to go to our family's cabin in the Sawtooths or go to McCall. We went rafting a couple of years ago, and there was a large wildfire that made the air in the whole canyon thick. I don't think I could handle that.

I suppose we'll be staying close to home. We don't have any camping gear anyway other than some chairs, which make great front porch furniture ;-) I'm just hoping that if it's an active fire season the fires stay away, and the wind stays calm.

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