Wildfires!

The fire is about a mile away behind that ridge.

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Just so you know,  Mishawauka is still there!  We drove down the Poudre Canyon a couple weeks ago and saw all the devastation the "High Fire" did.  Amazingly, the fire burned down both sides of Mishawauka to the river but the buildings are untouched!  Kudos to the firemen.  There are about 40 miles of damage to our beautiful canyon but summer homes and most of Poudre Park and Rustic are still there.  The damage goes all the way down to the mouth of the canyon.  Not a pretty sight.  The worst thing we saw was the water in the river.  It was a horrible black color from all the mud and silt coming down in the mud slides (some of which have closed the highway at times).

 

One of many signs we saw around Ft. Collins.  This one is at Vern's in LaPorte.

 A tribute to entrepreneurship is the fact that the rafting companies are still in business and there were still plenty of rafts going down the black waters!  A nice thing we saw were the many thank you signs all down the canyon and around the Fort Collins area.  The fire fighters did a monumental job saving so many homes in the canyon!  We have not been to Laramie yet so have not seen the damage from the Squirrel Creek fire down around Woods Landing.

Wildfire burning very near Lee, NV.

My main story for this blog is about the wildfire we "attended" in Lee NV.  A couple days after Erin's wedding Ozzie, Jay, Bob and I went for a little drive.  We could see a big plume of smoke on the other side of the hill toward Spring Creek so we thought we better check out the school out there.  (Ozzie had taken the day off to recover from the wedding).  When we got over the hill we realized it was coming from the west maybe 20 or so miles away, out somewhere near where Kirk and Darla live in Lee.  Kirk works with Ozzie and they are good friends of ours.  I had never been out to their ranch so we decided to go check it all out.

One of the bigger helicopters that came a little later.

As we got closer we realized that the fire was out in the sage brush but fairly close to Kirk's place.  Lee is a tiny town in a beautiful green valley with a river winding through it.  It is on the Indian Reservation so the tribe has control over what happens there.  We drove up to Kirk's house and Darla and their son were home.  Her brother is tribal chief and he was there manning a radio in the house.  The smoke was pouring over the nearby ridge and we were told the fire was about a mile away on the other side of the ridge and since the wind was blowing away from town (and toward Spring Creek) these houses were not in danger.  Of course the wind direction could change but so far we were OK.  Kirk came in on a dirt bike and said they had to drive a bunch of cattle out of the way of the fire and cut the fence to get them out.

 

Jay and Darla visit while I run around taking pictures.

 Darla got out the camp chairs and handed out water bottles to everyone and we sat around the lawn and watched the helicopters fly over getting water from the river and taking it over the ridge and dumping it on the fire.  I got out my camera and ran around trying to get pictures of them and of the billowing smoke.  Darla's brother took me around to get better views and shots.  Darla came out with watermelon for all and some neighbors came over too.   After an hour or so a fireman came along and told Kirk they might want to gather up their valuables just in case the wind changed.  By that time a couple big slurry bombers and a really big helicopter were flying over too.  The smoke was still billowing but seemed to be moving further away.  We decided to leave and head back toward town.

This little copter was making round trips about every five minutes the whole time we were there.

I have lots of shots like this or with just sky because my camera isn't too fast when I click!

We got a really good view of the big planes flying over the burning area but were happy it was not burning over the ridge.  Later that evening we got a call from Kirk saying they had been evacuated because the wind changed and the fire was coming around the end of the ridge.  They had put fire retardant all around the house but Kirk decided to stay and see what he could do.  The next morning he let us know the town had survived and I think the fire had been contained.  He stayed home from work to clean up.  I wonder what kind of mess that retardant makes.....  We had left for home that morning so I haven't heard how the clean up went.

You can tell it is full because it hangs down straight from the bottom.

You can tell this is empty because it is flying back from the bottom of the helicopter.

Empty or full?

I did not get any pictures going down the Poudre because they had signs saying not to stop along the road.  I think this was because of mudslide danger.  It really was pretty depressing anyway, sorry.

 

 

Izzy Comes For A Visit

Hiking in the mountains is a favorite activity for Izzy, Carla and I.

A few weekends ago Carla and Jim came up with Thomas's dog Izzy for a short visit.  When it was time to leave, Izzy did not want to go.  She loves it up here and is not as naughty when she is here because she has room to roam and has many things to investigate.  She never has been left anywhere except at the vet's, though, so Carla was worried she would try to go home to Casper after they left.  She also didn't have enough dog food for Izzy.  I wasn't worried.  We have had lots of dogs and have always been able to feed them!

Carla pulled out of the drive and Izzy was in the house.  She kept running up to their bedroom and checked out all the other rooms in the house and wanted me to let her outside.  I waited for about 30 minutes and then put her on the leash and took her out to see where she would go.  We ran up the road and much to my surprise, she turned right instead of left and headed up the mountain toward the metal gate!  We barely crossed the first ditch and she stopped to investigate a tree stump.  She turned around and headed back to the cabin.  I guess out of sight out of mind!  I took off the leash and she happily investigated all her favorite places around the house.

Izzy wishes she could climb up on the Thinking Rock with Carla and I.

That night she had a little trouble finding a spot to sleep but finally opted for the top of the stairs--her favorite watch dog spot at home.  About 3 AM she wandered in to our room and spent the rest of the night sleeping on the bottom of our bed.  She was very tired from all her weekend adventures so slept in until I got up.

The next day our neighbors put their heifers in the meadow behind our house.  They are very curious and love to play.  Every evening they come up to our fence to see what's going on our side of the fence.  Izzy was thrilled!  At first she tried stalking them and tried to chase them but they just wanted to play.  It was funny.  Then she tried herding them but as soon as she got them in sort of a bunch, she would try to play with them and they all scattered.  Some just hung out and played butt heads with her.  It was so cute.  Here were all these big black heifers and right in the middle of all of them was this little white dog pretending to be one of them.

Izzy was so busy checking out her special places, digging holes and going over to the pond that she was worn out by the time she came in at night.  She was too tired to get into any mischief indoors.  Luckily she never found the porcupine that got needles in her nose and paws at Christmastime or a skunk.  Her favorite thing to do each morning, though, was to go out into the meadow and find the freshest cow pie to roll in!  Phew! she was a stinky dog but perfectly happy! 

Izzy loves rolling in cow poop!

 As is my habit for visiting grand kids, I pretty much let them do their thing and don't push the baths and clean clothes every day as their parents can attest to.  Years ago I even let the boys play in their Sonic, Batman and Power Ranger PJ's all day and then sleep in them at night.  They didn't care and neither did I.  So Izzy did not get a bath either.  By night she had rolled around in dirt and grass enough the smell had worn down and hosing her down was a major production.  She really didn't like the cold hose water and she is not a swimmer either.  So I just decided Carla could wash her when she came back up for her.

Carla has to give Izzy a cold hosing down after she rolled in cow poop.

Carla did come up and got her the next weekend and Izzy did not want to get in the car.  I finally got in and she got in with me so off they went.  Carla said she sulked around their house for several days because she missed her cabin!