Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

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Sunday, August 11, 2019

Horsefly Creek


Horsefly Creek spills down through the next valley over from my cabin.  My creek, Hogum, and Horsefly share opposite flanks of the same mountains.  This means—in the sparest terms—my cabin is something between two and three miles from the Horsefly Fire presently burning through dense beetle-kill timber.
I have been staying at my cabin all alone for the last two days and nights, living alongside the fire.  During daylight hours, I hear chainsaws crying against distant trees.  I hear helicopters thumping across the Continental Divide, flying in from prairie staging areas at the feet of the mountains on the east slopes.  Occasionally, I hear bulldozers clanking and echoing, echoing, echoing through the array of finger-ridges and thick stands of timber.
The fire has, except for one storm-filled night, clawed in the opposite direction from my cabin.  An estimated 1,350 acres have been ravaged thus far.  Some 532 people were enlisted to fight the fire due to the proximity of so many houses and cabins in the direction of fire travel.
Thankfully, the fire was listed at 45% contained as of last night and the people evacuated on the east side of the fire were allowed to return home.  A few hours before darkness collapsed across my valley, a long soaking rain descended on the mountains.
For the last two days I have been a little lonely.  Though I have busied myself with carpentry and electrical work, I am feeling particularly isolated.  Singular.  And my narrow valley has remained eerily calm in the mornings and evenings.  Too quiet.  Something-obviously-wrong-but-beautiful quiet.
Surprisingly, smoke has not invaded my space.  Sandhill cranes have been calling from the meadows above me.  Hummingbirds have whizzed by my head.  Deer have casually strolled alongside me.
This morning, I will pack up and leave.  The Horsefly Fire is now laying down, shrinking within the perimeters of fire lines.  Not certain what I might have done (other than flee) if the fire invaded, but it seems I no longer have to worry. 
Posted are a couple photographs from my lonely, yet green, mountain valley.

August Wildflowers

Hogum Creek
—Mitchell Hegman

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