There was plume of smoke in the distant north - guessing it was lighting at this point.
The trail was spruce, pole pines and white pines; the flowers were still colorful but parched and dusty. The mountains and soil mostly volcanic. Some of the taller volcanic buttes still had some snow on them. They looked wonderful, the white soft snow contrasting with the jagged black rock.
We started to hear and see prop planes in the sky. At first I thought it many, then decided it was only two that were circling. The plume of smoke grew only so slightly. We comtinued to walk toward the smoke on the mountain side. Then we saw the helicopter. It circled, dove and tightly circled the smokey area. We hoped out loud that this was not a fire started by a careless hiker.
We skipped lunch - the Ben and Jerry's for breakfast factor. It rained ever so slightly. The trail carried us closer to the fire. At the closest point we could see two planes circling, copter moving in low, about 20 vehicles on a dirt road about a mile from the blaze. I had wondered out loud if there was proactive procedures for fires this small. This was my answer.
Later in the late afternoon as we hiked over more ridges we saw three more lighting fires. Two smaller fires that were yet to be attended to, and a third which may be about 5 miles northwest of our camp site. The copter worked until dark, then silence in the air. Maybe here in the west, after a very dry spring, lighting storms are very dangerous things.
We hiked about 19-20 miles today. It was good walking; we were energized by the town stop and the excitment in the air.
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