The rising sun was a glowing orange ball in a grey soup. I made the mistake of opening the door in the middle of the night because it was too warm in the Lookout. As a result, I awoke with a stuffy nose, scratchy throat, and the smell of fresh smoke as though the fire… Read More »
Waking to a landscape of grey soup, I was slow to pop out of bed. The sun was making a valiant attempt to send its power through the smoke and warm the Lookout. Even though Coal Ridge was a mere outline in the smoke, the Moran Patrol Cabin was a brilliant white dot reflecting the… Read More »
Looks like Cyclone Lookout to me.
The sound of the north wind whipping around the Lookout greeted me as I opened my eyes in the freezing glass house. Grey skies were all around me, but the smoke no longer enveloped the Lookout. Smoke from the Adair Fire was billowing and buffeted by heavy winds from the north. Smoke had settled in… Read More »
Clouds, smoke, and sunrise collaborated in a masterful painting in the morning sky. When I awoke, my first awareness was of the wind beating furiously against the Lookout. Some lookouts have reported that they find the sound of the wind disconcerting, but I love it. Maybe its the fact that I descended from a group… Read More »