Raging Inferno Part 2

At 9:30 p.m. last night, Pat walked out of the trailer and a big gust of wood smoke odor came in. He came back a few minutes later and said that nearly every campsite upwind of us had a fire going. It was still in the high 80s, and the air in our trailer was filling with wood smoke fast.

I hopped in our truck and drove a distance away up a hill I thought would be a safe place to wait it out. Pat said he would stay behind and try to clear the trailer air. After being parked on the hill for a while, I looked back toward our campground and saw a big orangy, smoky cloud rising into the sky, siloueting the tall trees. It looked like what you might see if a house was on fire, the kind of sight that would prompt a call to the local fire department. I feared a trailer was on fire (hopefully not ours) and headed back to the campground to find Pat. 

When I arrived I found not a trailer on fire, thankfully, but raging inferno part 2. The same campers who had started the inferno the night before had started another one, this one even bigger and producing more smoke. No one seemed all that concerned despite the trailers and trees directly endangered by this inferno. People were milling about and sucking in the smoke like it was a party favor. 

Not sure what kind of pyrotechnics these campers were using to start such a blaze in a fire ring (at least I hope it was in a fire ring). We couldn’t get close enough to see without inhaling a lot of smoke. But this time I have a photo taken from inside our truck. Can you really call this a campfire?