Today is the tenth day of the wildfire that has been sweeping through the valley where I live.

Over the past week, there have been fire plumes and thunderheads boiling up over the mountains. The smell of woodsmoke is thick, and permeates everything... and at night the winds sweep it down across the orchards and through the windows thrown open to let the cool air in.

We could see the glow of fire advancing in on us from the North. Every night we would go outside and look to see if the glow had grown any... or if we could discern what canyon it was in. Eventually we could distinguish individual flames spiralling up to the sky. Trees burning like massive, instant torches.

Yesterday evening, I walked out the back door, and looked north beyond the orchard and to the small hill at the edge. Smoke was boiling up over it. This wasn't the smoke that drifted in a thick haze up into the sky. This was close. Close enough to raise the hair on the back of my neck.

We got in our Jeep and drove down the hill and around the corner. From there, we could look north again, where the valley cuts down to the river and main highway. The entire mountain range from the opposite side of the highway onward...was ablaze.
At least a mile of fire raging down the dry grass hillsides, and igniting every clump of trees in it's path.

We stood with friends who lived less than a mile away on the valley floor. We watched as the flames would literally lay flat on the ground and race up the hills with the smallest shift of wind. We saw, in a matter of minutes, the fire play leapfrog across the banks, and over to yet another canyon. As the sky darkened, the glow consumed all vision, and we were stunned at the power of it all.

We returned home, grabbed our cameras, and set out on the short walk along the orchard and to the small hill that overlooked this view. A total bird's eye view of the fire. With a river and main highway between us, there was no immediate danger suspected... although the thread of a falling ember or glowing ash made us realize how quick things could jump from that mountain range to ours.

My mother and Aunt, my husband and myself...along with our dog and a neighbor who knew of this secret spot as well... sat at the edge of mowed orchard grass and looked across at the raging fire. We watched it crawl up one mountain, and down the next, shooting flames so high into the sky that they easily tripled the height of the trees they were consuming.

We talked excitedly, about people we knew with houses down there. The people who were on evacuation alert (the neighbor's father... my mom's aunt and cousins...) in the next canyon over. And then, we eventually all fell into silence. Hubby and I snapped pictures, me with my digital, he with his SLR. We watched until our eyelids were growing heavy...and we eventually turned and headed home.

By the time we got to the house, the fire had climbed high enough for us to easily see the path it was taking just by looking out our windows. I fell asleep to the scent of fire smoke.
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Below are just a few of the pictures we've taken over the course of the past ten days. The night shots are what I took last night. Blurry, but you get the idea. To put things in scale, the small white dots of light at the bottoms of the mountain shots are actually headlights of cars.

Click on the thumbnails to see the full images!