Driving to Camp my attention was drawn to a podcast as I watched the road but something in my vision wasn't quite right. I wasn't totally aware of what it was, but once I realized it was the charred hillside, a few swears escaped and I had to pull over to take it all in.
Granted, these mountains aren't green - ever - but to see them black was overwhelming. I knew there had been a fire, and I knew I would see the burn scar as I drove through the area, I just didn't realize how it would look and the physical effect (times up) would be, it was like the wind being knocked out of me. I'm not sure this pano-photo does it justice, but I would estimate what I captured is about a mile along the river plus it goes up and over the hill for who knows how far. People and animals all displaced for who knows how long as re-building, re-planting and re-growing, physically and spiritually happens.
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