We are down in Denver visiting my brother and Mr. Vox’s sister, respectively. This was the view from my brother’s back porch this afternoon:
Due to really high winds this afternoon, this prescribed burn evidently re-ignited and made huge runs up the nearby mountains. Junior Vox was quite worried that it was going to get close to us, but I explained to her that we’re really quite safe with all this distance and so many man-made fire breaks (streets) between us and the fire. I remember when I was growing up in rural Idaho how scary it could be to see flames near your home, so I understand where she’s coming from.
Thanks very much to all of you for sending warm thoughts to us over the death of our dog. We find that we’re doing much better with it now, though it is going to be very strange and sad to go home this week and have it be real that he’s not just staying with our dog-sitter friend. He was such a good little guy. As my boss told me, we know when we get a pet that our hearts will break when we lose them, but it is worth it for every laugh and moment of unconditional support they give us in the meantime.
I’ll be updating through the week, but perhaps not as frequently as you’re used to. I’m well, and will be back in regular posting status soon.