We looked downriver to see an all too familiar sight.
That’s the fourth — or fifth, depending on whether the first fire ignited the second — fire since March 28. There can’t be much left down there to burn. I hope that the firebug doesn’t move upriver when he’s got everything down there burned.
Here are Peaches and Xena, exhausted from firewatch. Or at least exhausted. Being a ranch dog is a heavy responsibility; you have to get a lot of sleep.
They’ll be all ready for the night’s vigil. Or a night spent sleeping on the foot of the bed.