Smoke on the Horizon

"... Fire, smoke, she is a rising

Fire, oh smoke on the horizon..."

All that extra color in the sky last night, it is a double-edged sword. Looks good, but smells like trouble. As if any more evidence were needed, two helicopters and one tanker flew overhead on their way home for the night, their firefighting duties on hold for the approaching darkness. Ah, well, the Dam Fire is exactly where I wanted to ride this weekend too - even the best laid plans are sometimes subject to change. 

Be cool, go with the flow, and have a good weekend.

"... by the rising of the moon..." (but that is a story for another time)