Colorado is no stranger to summertime wildfires, but that doesn’t make them any less sobering or incredible. My in-laws live about 50 miles northeast of Manitou Springs, and last night, while we were eating dinner on their back deck, a western wind blew in and the whole neighborhood began to fill with smoke and smell like campfire. The Front Range is like a giant tinderbox right now — we could sure use some rain.

A Fire of Epic Proportions