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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Smokin'!
We're in Twin Falls, Idaho. We spent a day driving in smoke. Alongside the freeway (miles away), smoke from the fires bruised the sky, making it look as though a storm was imminent. We saw the fire blow up, even from a distance, flashing up the trees like a fireball that suddenly exploded from the smoke. We drove in a fog of smoke nearly all day. (I have a hepa/VOC filter hooked up in my car to clean the air.) I called Mario and asked him to look up where the fires were. He called me back and said it was a little scary. Go here and you can see why. We drove along the Oregon/Washington border and then down to Idaho. We're now at the bottom of Idaho. You can see how many fires we drove through.
When we got to the hotel, we discovered our room only had one bed. A young smokejumper heard me complain to the clerk, and he offered to change rooms. His room had two beds. I thanked him, and we talked about the fires. They had just been out to a small one and were headed back to Nevada in the morning to help with another. I said, "It seems like the entire west is on fire." One of them said, "That's because it is."
Today as we were driving and Barbara was watching the fire on the west side of the freeway, I sang a little chant for rain. Less than five minutes later, it started to rain. Just a sprinkle. We laughed about it. About thirty minutes later, I did another chant. Within a minute, it started to rain. Barbara said, "Kim, that's spooky." I tried it a third time, when the air was more smoke than oxygen, but it didn't rain. Kind of funny.
I need to sleep. I miss my sweetheart.
Ta!All photographs and written material copyright © 2003-2007 by Kim Antieau unless otherwise indicated. May not be used without permission.
When we got to the hotel, we discovered our room only had one bed. A young smokejumper heard me complain to the clerk, and he offered to change rooms. His room had two beds. I thanked him, and we talked about the fires. They had just been out to a small one and were headed back to Nevada in the morning to help with another. I said, "It seems like the entire west is on fire." One of them said, "That's because it is."
Today as we were driving and Barbara was watching the fire on the west side of the freeway, I sang a little chant for rain. Less than five minutes later, it started to rain. Just a sprinkle. We laughed about it. About thirty minutes later, I did another chant. Within a minute, it started to rain. Barbara said, "Kim, that's spooky." I tried it a third time, when the air was more smoke than oxygen, but it didn't rain. Kind of funny.
I need to sleep. I miss my sweetheart.
Ta!
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Be well my dear and journey safely. Enjoy the trip to Sante Fe. Love and hugs, Cate
By kerrdelune, at 2:04 PM