*Banging on Door*
“Andrew! Get up…..I smell smoke!”
We were just ten days removed from a significant fire on our property when I was woken up just three hours into a night of sleep.
Nevermind it was 8am, and also the fact that night does not exist in Alaska in June.
Smoke in the Canyon
I walked out of my door and the strong odor of a forest fire was unmistakable. The view of the canyon directly in front of our property was notably obscured by smoke.
However, we were clearly not in any immediate danger, unlike the last time.
“Meet me at my truck in five minutes.”
Uke called me and we instinctively knew it was time to go for a quick ride to try to find the fire.