So, for the moment, the air is sweet and lovely, but it's still dry, and the population has been warned to not engage in activities that cause Smokey the Bear to have panic attacks.
The weather lady on my favorite news channel (the one that is on in the afternoon and not the one that I like to call Squarehead Weatherpants because she has a geometric hairdo) said that there were around 420 fires in my area and that 393 of them were caused by humans.
She did not make a note of how many of those 393 fires were an accident and which ones were caused by dumb humans. My guess is that more than half were caused by the dumb sort and now my home town is breathing in carcinogenic levels of smoke and ash because them.
I have no tips for my readers and other hangers on about how to prevent fires except for one. That is, don't cause really hot things to touch dry tinder-like things in the out of doors, even if you think you are the smartest and most fire responsible individual on God's less than green Earth.
Next week my family goes camping in the Nevada high desert. It'll be dry but I promise, we will be careful. We have to be. There are no emergency services for 200 miles. No cell phone reception either. Plenty of donkeys though. Our campfires will be small, in designated campfire receptacles, with two water filled five gallon buckets nearby at the ready.
If Northern Nevada explodes, it won't be my fault.
Blame that one on my neighbor. The temps will go down eventually.