We just returned from a few days in Colorado Springs, visiting our son and his family [read: Grandchildren]. Jan, our daughter Sarah and I went out to deliver birthday presents for daughter-in-law Katie, grandson Max, and Sam.
Sam’s was on the 21st and I got to greet him as he was climbing the stairs to their condo.
The next day was Friday the 22nd. Sam took the day off from work and we all took a hike up Cheyenne Canyon and saw Helen Hunt Falls. We had a wonderful time and this area is much more enjoyable than Seven Falls, which we saw last summer.
The Springs has a large cycling community and infrastructure. We saw a number of cyclists grinding their way up the road to the falls parking lot. We also had something happened that we remembered with interest later on. A sheriff’s deputy asked if we had seen a black BMW around the area. We had not.
The next day, Saturday, we had a party for little Max. This was also the day that the Waldo Canyon fire started.
For the past two years the Springs has only had 19% of its average annual rainfall. The place is a tinderbox. Saturday evening we heard that a fire had started in the Cheyenne Canyon area but had been contained. Tuesday afternoon, Sam and family were given a mandatory evac notice. This also included the hotel where we were staying. We were almost done with the visit and Sam decided to remain in the Springs with friends. We brought Katie and the children home with us for them to live with her parents for a time here in Springfield.
It ended up being a vacation from hell, but we were so glad to have been there to help as much as we could. We could see the Hand of God guiding us here or there in many ways.
I close with two impressions. When the winds came out of the west, the smoke/sun combination looked like red fog, and the night time phrase ‘eerie red glow’ has taken on a new meaning for me. I don’t think I will be able to look at a campfire and be at ease for quite a while.