What a friggin mess. Damon was struggling a bit yesterday, the smoke did him in today. He is on a train on his way home...
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
- Theodore Roosevelt
After renting a Uhaul to get him to a station, I am in a room studying these fires. Do not doubt that I am going on. I have been a lone wanderer for decades and these fires are are a tragic obstacle that do not deter me in the least. I have been looking to see if I can volunteer to help. I have already registered with one org and am will look more tomorrow. If I cannot help here I will probably U-Haul to El Centro (if I can get through) and get back on the road. One of the fires (Harris) is directly in my path, Six are causing heavy smoke directly in my path.
For the praying folk, hundreds of people have lost their homes, perhaps thousands by tomorrow...
What a friggin mess