Thanks for all of the concerned e-mails, but Famille Historiann and all of the animals are just fine. We live about 40 or so miles east of the High Park Fire that’s now tearing up the foothills west of Fort Collins. We’ve been seeing, and unfortunately smelling, the smoke even this far out. This is the second major fire outside of Fort Collins this year, and it’s only June.
This is the great advantage to living on the High Plains Desert rather than in the mountains: there’s no such thing as a forest fire down here! Because of course the only trees are the cottonwoods along the creeks and the landscaping in the sweet, quiet little towns like mine.
Here’s a tune from a local band called Paper Bird to remind you that this is a lovely state most of the time. It’s just that sometimes, you know–smoke gets in your eyes (and skirts!)
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