The sky was a hazy yellow gray, the AQI was a “very unhealthy” three hundred, and it was one hundred degrees as I loaded my car with an overnight bag and a hopeful last-minute tote holding a swimsuit, towel, and water sandals. It was August 29, 2021, and summer’s heat wasn’t fading. The Dixie Fire still raged on, but on that day, the evacuation order for Jonesville was lifted at last. Our cabin had made it through. I wasn’t headed there, though;…
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