Fires

Yesterday, as I came out of a meeting which made me want to jump off a ledge, I saw smoke a little bit too close to my home.

As I got closer, I realized my mountain was on fire.

It was burning.

The winds were blowing all day - 50 miles an hour.

Thankfully, they were blowing up the mountain.

There have been lots of fires near us this year... three to be exact.

We are literally right at the base of the mountain.

Adam's Canyon is our place. 

It's where the boys and I like to hike.

It's where I am not supposed to hike anymore... per doctor's orders.

Guess I don't have to worry about that for a hot minute.

Seeing our mountain on fire was heartbreaking.

I was immediately grateful for those were fighting the fire to save homes and lives.

I am grateful for their families, as well.

I would assume that it is scary for families of fire fighters and rescuers when they are fighting something that is much bigger than us.

It rained most of the night.

I am hoping that the fire is out and that everyone is safe.