Las Conchas Fire, Day 1, from my porch, 60mph winds
Up until a couple of nights ago, I could see the flames of the Las Conchas Fire running along the ridgetop and down into canyons 20 miles to the west, and shooting 300-500 feet or more up into the sky. About 1/5 of the western horizon is still glowing like the huge ember that it now is. There is another fire closer, in deep wilderness about 10-15 miles to the north, near our ski basin. If it comes running down the watershed, it will be at my house in no time, if the winds blow from the north. If the fire gets into the watershed, though, they will fight it aggressively.
I feel pretty helpless. Animals talk to me in my dreams, asking for succor. I am working on a painting of ravens, a coyote, a fawn, a rabbit, and fire.
This is the worst drought in NM recorded history. The forests are still a tinderbox, but we finally had a brief rain yesterday. May it be a harbinger of things to come, and may it come gently to Santa Clara.