Just like in San Francisco 400 miles to the south, wildfire smoke also descended on Gold Beach yesterday. This was taken at 10 a.m. on what would have otherwise been a bright sunny day. It was so dark that I needed the lights on in the middle of the day. I believe the closest fire to me is about 100 miles southeast.
After everything that has been happening this year, somehow it is this orange sky of doom that really is getting to me. When you smell smoke and see the sky is the wrong color and you can't find the sun anymore, there is just an instinctual visceral response of profound dread.
Mother Nature is burning.
Blanca's fur smells of smoke.
Will this year ever end?