Currently there are over two million acres on fire in Alaska, and several thousand of those acres are just a few miles from this location. The smoke is acrid and thick and inescapable and I've been ill and fatigued with it for some time. In spite of the smoke I had a great time counting critters. During 1 day of patrol I saw 3 sandhill cranes, more than a dozen norther goshawks, a great gray owl (quite rare), a young golden eagle and a LOT of snowshoe hares.
Fire and fireweed are kindred species. Within a couple of years of a burn the fireweed begins to take over and for a few seasons becomes the most striking specie. Just a few years ago a massive wildfire burned north of this location, and today we have a very colorful reminder of its presence.

With burning eyes and lungs and having been engaged on the job for a longer than typical hitch, I've kind of been wishing that I might be elsewhere. Near here there is a section of pipeline where completing constructions crews regularly posted grafitti as a way of 'signing' their work. One of those 33 year old comments reminded me that though things may be a bit uncomfortable here, there are worse places in the world.

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