Smoke in the meadow

We got smoked out of our camp site yesterday. Apparently a crew of some kind that is qualified to use explosives wasn't exactly well qualified to use explosives, and they started a fire in the forest a few miles south west of us. We really weren't more than idly concerned, since IH40 was between us and the fire, and besides that, forest fires are old hat around here. We had just bought our solar set up (more on that later), and mostly ignored the smoke in the distance.

But then the wind picked up, and that distant plume of smoke got less distant, and much much lower. Like, in the meadow. In the trailer, where Havoc was napping. I did some quick internetting, and learned that the powers that be were considering closing 49. As in, our only way out.
We decided to err on the side of caution and packed up and bolted. As Tim said, it's not usually the fire that kills you, it's the smoke. And we prefer that Havoc not breathe smoke, as a general rule.

So now we're camped out with Allen, smoke free and clear across town from the (still raging) fire.