With all the fires around the air in Boise is brown with smoke, and you can just barely make out the foothills from downtown. Smoke also rolled in on us on last weekend’s backpacking trip.

I don’t so much like the haze, but I do like the smell & sting of smoky air. It reminds me of grass fields burning, which remind me of returning to elementary school: new shoelaces, new folders, and eating corn chips in the gap between the trailers (My own personal “gimme some of your tots“.)