A Summer Blog, part twenty-seven
Friday, July 27, 2018
It was very cool on the deck this morning because the rains came yesterday afternoon—a half inch in fifteen minutes. The arroyos ran, dragging silt down from the mesas to the east and dropping it on the road as the water continued to the river. But it was not a very widespread storm. The rain began about a quarter mile north and stopped about a mile south, but I was glad that it hit us—we have been between the storms this past week. On the way to dog training classes last night, I had to wait behind the front loader while debris was cleared from the road. Then the storms hit 60 miles away at my training center. Coming home through Albuquerque was a mess, but no more rain in the mountains last night. Driving at night is not something I enjoy, but it was almost worth it to see the fire. It was a scene out of Dante’s Inferno. Orange smoke and in certain spots (about 30 miles away) I could even see the flames. Though frightening, it was certainly impressive and mesmerizing. With the mesa to the west of us, I see none of the fire even though it is only six miles away.