Remember that old adage, “Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning, red sky at night, sailor’s delight”?
It’s a similar story here, far away from the sea.
This photo was taken early one morning a few days ago. That eerie red glow means a forest fire to the north.
It is not what anyone wants to see at dawn.
It’s a tough summer for forest fires. There has been no rain for months, and the next forecast for rain is September 22nd. There are restrictions for those who work in the woods now, and more will be coming, I’m sure. It has not been a summer for campfires or roasting marshmallows, obviously.
Smoke from Washington fires (100+ miles away) is thick in the air, obliterating the views of distant mountains. There are small fires north of here, west of here, east of here and far south of here.
Everyone is a little on edge.
About forty years ago, during a dangerously dry summer like this one, Banjo Man saw someone toss a lit cigarette out of a car window in our little neighborhood. He chased them down, made the driver pull over and proceeded to educate the tourists inside the car about fire danger.
He was very, very stern and very, very upset.
I doubt they were ever so careless again.
So all of us in north Idaho are holding our breath, waiting it out, hoping for rain that is weeks away, watching for smoke plumes, cursing the thankfully infrequent flashes of dry lightning.
I’ll keep you posted.