For the past couple of weeks, we've awakened to an eerie, brass-colored sky, and then gone through the day without seeing much of a mountain at all, except for an occasional faint outline. We've been told that forest fires in Idaho, Utah, and Nevada (are there many forests in Nevada?) have created a big smoke screen for Cache Valley. Then yesterday morning, a poor farmer in Benson (just a little north and west of Logan) had 1,500 tons of hay burn. The pollution outside is tremendous, and the smoke has intensified. The sun doesn't shine much through the haze, and the smell is not a happy one. (When part of my teacher education for secondary school included the smell of marijuana burning, I thought it smelled a little like burning hay.) I'm glad my friend, Kitty, is in North Carolina on the Outer Banks on vacation, because she has asthma, and this is very hard on those who do. I suppose that when these less than perfect conditions come, they do serve to remind us of how blessed we are when we usually have bright sunny days, with an outdoors that is very enjoyable. No lunch on the patio today, thank you.
2 comments:
These smokey days make us all breathe lightly when we are outside. The sun was blood-red the night before last, which is such an eerie sight. I hope the fires get brought under control, the winds blow you some cleaner air and give you back your mountains. Hopefully your friend will take a nice long vacation away from the smoke.
The fires are scarry. The distance that the smoke travels is hard to comprehend. Hope that you will be eating outside again soon. That will mean that the fires are doused and gone.
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