|The High Park fire which now burns on the western ridge above Horsetooth Reservoir in Ft. Collins, CO. Photo via of one of my oldest friends and Ft. Collins resident.|
This week, I've been fixated on the High Park fire which has consumed 41,000+ acres in the mountains west of Ft. Collins, Colorado. I'm particularly interested in this disaster because it happens to be taking place in my old stomping grounds.
My teenage years were spent hiking, snowshoeing and cross-country skiing along the many trails in the Poudre Canyon, swimming and boating in Horsetooth Reservoir, tubing down the Poudre River, hiking in Lory State Park... That land is a part of who I am.
As I read the news articles and Facebook updates from back home, my heart is saddened. There has already been so much loss... Miles and miles of gorgeous Colorado mountains and valleys, homes, buildings, and at least one life has been claimed by this raging inferno that as I type still threatens to devour more.
Part of me wishes I could be there, standing on the eastern ridge of Horsetooth Reservoir, waiting to see how this story will end. As if my very presence would somehow stop the winds and bring the rains needed to douse the flames.
Instead I will watch from afar and wait for the news that the danger has passed and the destruction has ceased. I will find hope and comfort in the truth that out of the ashes comes new life. I've seen it before on the charred slopes of other Colorado mountains and I know that I will see it here too.
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