I am blogging from our house, with a cup of tea by my side. It feels like a normal morning, except that I have to be out at 10 a.m., or the sheriff's posse will come looking for me. There was a checkpoint on the highway, and local residents are allowed to visit their homes from 6-10 a.m. today.
After awakening at six at "refugee camp," I briefly walked the dogs, fed them, and started down the canyon, so I arrived a little after seven. The sky was clear and the temperature about 45 F., but it feels like another hot, windy day ahead. Yesterday was hot and windy, and the fire jumped to 8,000 acres.
Now it is threatening the little town of Beulah, which is sort of a larger version of Wetmore. Beulah's 19th-century name was "Mace's Hole"--it is in a valley surrounded by forested ridges.
The fire is now a "Type 1" fire, and the information meetings have moved to Pueblo West, which is much farther drive.
Colorado Springs Gazette: "8,000 acres and growing"
Pueblo Chieftain: "Fire races for Beulah" (And a better map.)
Here there is only a little haze in the air, but of course no one has any idea when we can come back.
I am trying not to be so nervous, compared to yesterday. I watered the garden, cleaned up a little (only cold water--I left the propane turned off), and as a sign of optimism, reinstalled my iMac desktop computer, rather than leave it in a dusty Jeep at camp. M. gave me a short list of things to pick up.
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My heart goes out to you and your family - and to the life and death reality of nature. I had friends in Kamloops BC when the fires were burning a few years ago who have a guest ranch and suddenly found themselves with needing to find a home not only for their family and guests but their 50 + horses. Keep the news coming. Peace.
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