Greetings from a dreary Sunday morning in my neck of the woods. I'm actually happy for the drearage because it's brought with it some sort of precipitation. We've had so little, and there's a raging wildfire knocking on our back door.
The Cameron Peak fire now holds the spot of the largest wildfire in state history at nearly 200,000 acres and counting. Whoever's ever sung, "rain, rain... come again another day". Now would be good!
The university's meme page posted a graphic, but I think most of us are feeling the same vibe, college student or no
We had some really smoky days this week. If nothing else, it gets people to wear their facemasks all the time. My bike rides into work left me with annoying particulates in my eyes, tempting me to break out the ski goggles. Residents at the facility were not allowed to go outside. Those poor folks are isolated enough as it is and now can't go out for "fresh" air, which includes the popular haircut tent.
I'm remaining positive, though, thinking colder temperatures and more rain will help get a handle on things. I'm looking forward to being able to hike again on Horsetooth mountain and check out the charred remains and subsequent new growth.
In other news, I managed to have my work schedule adjusted so as to not work every Saturday and Sunday, which is why I'm sitting here now. Sunday's off, woohoo! And I managed to get a few more inktobers in although I've missed a couple. We've passed the halfway point:
The inktobering is cutting in a bit to my blogging time, but I'm still here reading the latest. Maybe a day or two after the facts, but still here.