Hey, there, FRiend!
Good to see you.
How’s the world treating you? Are you on the trail?
YOU too! Now off trail.
Ate 2.5 months of smoke. Literally. It was miserable. Sometimes I would wake up at night, when the smoke crept in due to the changing atmospheric conditions, and I would get claustrophobic from the inability to escape from the smoke that had woke me up in the first place.
Good grief Gurty!
The saving grace was knowing that we were helping the firefighters put out the fire.
My final primary job was transporting firefighters across the lake to keep the fire from jumping across the main feeder creek of the lake and setting the entire eastern flank of the high Sierra on fire.
Good stuff Maynard.