I gaze at a new fire on Cedar Peak. It looks angry, chomping at trees and brush on the hillside. We can see trees torching from miles away.
The other, older fires are stirring too, not in a dangerous way, but as if they are saying, Look. I'm still here.
We land at an airstrip to find this helicopter sitting there, on standby for the Cedar Peak fire.
Fall is here, but fire season hasn't gotten the memo.
We'll keep going.