This past Saturday morning I went up to Benton to take one of my last lessons and instead watched a nasty lighting storm roll through. Mix lightning and dry terrian, and you can imagine what happens next.
We have about 50 or so major fires going on in the highlands around us, and all the smoke is settling down into the valley around Redding. It smells like BBQ outside and the Sun has turned an eerie red-orange color; you can stare at it without even squinting.
One of the Mt. Lassen fires is a few miles away from my parents place in Shingletown.