Dear Jake & Amelia,
We camped at Glacier National Park. By late afternoon, the air was full of cinders. Soot turned the sun red long before it set. The sky was smoky gray in an unnatural dusk. We could smell burning wood. It was not the smell of camp fires. The smell and the cinders surrounded us. We ate diner inside to reduce the rain of little pieces of burnt wood falling into our food. 

The next morning, we woke up congested. Our throats were dry and raspy. Our nostrils burned. A light layer of cinders covered everything. The morning sun was red. The mountains were faint through layers of smoke. The hills at their base sat in a blue-green haze. The air was filled with the strong smell of fire. The fire near Whitefish, 40 miles away, had tripled in size to 14,000 acres. The road to Polbridge was closed. 

Nancy & Peter

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