Everyday ash has rained on the boat leaving a dirty soot everywhere. Every so often I take a bucket and scoop up seawater to wash off the decks. This inconvenience is trivial compared to the work of firefighting and the stress of residents evacuating their homes. Thankfully all homes and buildings have been spared; the wilderness continues to burn though, destroying a lot of habitat.
From the ocean, the plume of smoke and rising hot air comes above the mountains like the mushroom cloud of a nuclear bomb. While I ride my bicycle around town, particularly at night after the wind drops, ash stings my eyes. Imagine what it's doing to people's respiratory system.
Thanks to the thousands of firefighters working through the summer heat.
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