I was driving south towards Delta (Colorado) on U.S. 50 — to go on a desert bike ride and also give the dogs a work-out. Not too long before I noticed the “tell-tale” plume of smoke in the distance.
I figured this unfortunate event (it’s not a “controlled burn” — is it?!) was inside the Dominguez Wilderness Area. Could be just north of Escalante Creek — perhaps up the McCarty Trail. Jake takes in the view.
But he’d rather just consider the Gunnison River. Tempting to a not-quite-completely-tired but never-the-less thirsty dawg.
The prevailing winds were from the west, blowing over the town of Delta. And … ordinarily the San Juan Peaks (with Mt. Sneffels (I think) towards the left) could be viewed with a lot more clarity.
The trees of the high desert, no doubt, wouldn’t like what was going on — though in no ways temporally nor circumstantially immanent. Besides, the Gunnison River, and gorge is in-between.
An inuk thumbzzup? All hail the fire gawdz? Who knows what and how the mysterious stone-assemblages perceive things …