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Beginning in spring, once the weather hits double digits, and continuing on until temperatures drop again in the fall, I have an almost daily ritual; I check the BC Wildfire Service website to keep tabs on the forest fire situation in the province. The past few years have been bad as I nervously watched for the areas where we have friends and family, where my (now retired) forest fire fighting nephew would have been, and of course, any possible threats to our own sweet cabin. Fire has come close and on our last trip we explored a bit around a nearby burn site. I think you'll agree with me that the remains after a fire are both haunting and oddly beautiful at the same time. The juxtaposition of utter destruction and hopeful rejuvenation is a reminder of the power of nature and how little control we have over it.

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