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Forest Fires
We are not metropolitan enough for smog. But we are rural enough for smoke. Two days ago I heard water bombers. A sure sign of serious fires.
Depending on the wind, eventually dark, plume clouds crawl into town.
Instead of smelling fresh-cut grass, I inhale sour smoke. I close the door and settle at the kitchen nook. It will be an inside day for me today. No chat with Bob the squirrel who runs along the telephone wire every day. No shopping. I don’t want to end up with a migraine.
Through our Cariboo - Chilcotin region, beetle killed pine trees stand with their red needles, like matches, ready to burst into flames. Some predict that one day, a fire will burn over the hills and into town. An unthinkable possibility.
Most of us have a plan...
First Published in: Our Canada Magazine
