Woe the Arapaho
Hello friends! I had the honor and privilege to be Freshly Pressed with Peekaboo Fawn and I thank you all for the sweet comments and emails. I am usually able to answer each and every one of you, and I will soon, but my time at the computer this weekend has been mostly spent watching the fire that is spreading rapidly toward the ranch. The Arapaho Fire started on the evening of June 27th and has doubled in size every day since. I got a call yesterday morning with a pre-evacuation notice. This means we need to be ready and when they say go, we gotta go. Patrick has been fighting the fire that has ravaged homes, livestock, and the gorgeous land we breathe and live off of since Friday. He came home yesterday afternoon after 44 hours straight of fighting fire with little to no sleep.
When he left on Friday afternoon, I stepped on the front porch and saw a plume of smoke rolling up above the hill.
Then about an hour later I went to the top of that hill and saw this:
It’s been so smokey and hazy and I’ve only left the house to feed the horses and dogs. The cattle are all on the Laramie Plains, out of harms way for the time being.
When I went out yesterday morning to observe the haze and get ready for chores, ashes were all over the porch and stuck in cobwebs.
On my way home after delivering prints to a very favorite and happy client (which was the highlight of my weekend!), the air felt cool but the haze of a 75,000 acre (and counting) wildfire was still in the distance. Notice the plume and haze above the mountain tops in the image above.
Patrick went back out last night and who knows when he’ll be back. He is out with many brave and noble men and women and we pray for their safety and their ability to get this thing under control.
We are not evacuated yet but if I disappear from here for a bit, don’t worry, in the words of Arnold: I’ll be back.