Wildfire season has started.
Growing up, I was used to the four traditional seasons – in Winter we had blizzards, Spring had rain and sometimes hurricane remnants, Summer we melted, and in Autumn it was beautiful and perfect.
Out here in Oregon, we sort of have three seasons. Rainy, Sunny, and on fire.
Right now, we’re on fire.
I don’t want to get into the specifics and stressors of said fires, since that’s just unpleasant and not something that I can really affect in any way, so instead I’ll talk about the hike I went on right before the fires hit. Immediately before, in fact. Like… very close before. I started the hike before the fires were really bad… and by the time we got back to the trailhead, the wilderness was closed due to the fires.
The trail in question? Duffy Lake, out in the Jefferson Wilderness. Nothing crazy or long, or with huge elevation gain… but a lovely looking trail, and a really great way to get out into the woods.
I really enjoyed it, got to meet and pet some horses, and had amazing views of the lake while eating lunch. At this point the smoke from the nearby fires was pretty minimal, and instead of cloying the smoke just sort of hung above the forest, giving this interestingly misty / ethereal haze to everything. It was… beautiful, in a way.