Saturday, August 22, 2015
Smoke Fills Oregon
Smoke fills Oregon skies.
In the valley, the smoke is so thick, from various wildfires, you need a gas mask if you're going out.
I resorted to a head scarf, draped over my face.
I am filled with unease. I am watering the maple. I don't know why. Seems important suddenly.
The smoke stinks of smoldering imminent doom. Of hell.
I eye the cats and wonder how I'd escape with them, if suddenly the neighborhood became a firestorm.
There is a fire at the KOA campground, the campground I passed when I went to the grange for the flea market. I can't get ahold of my friends who live out there and I know they're far enough from it and fine, but an irrational worry grips me nonetheless.
There are fires everywhere.
When Washington state became overwhelmed in fires with no resources left, they called out for volunteers. Over 3000 have signed on. Probably more than that by now.
One day, our Oregon skies will clear and rain will fall.
at 7:05 PM