A few of you have been asking about the smoke. It’s still here and it’s still awful. We’re hoping to get some respite by the weekend.
The irony? Today marks the kickoff of the annual Best In The West Rib Cook-off.
The jokes write themselves.
A friend of a friend cracked on Facebook, “Right about now all you need to do is wave your rack of ribs out the car to Gardnerville and back. Voila, smoked ribs!”
A friend quipped: “Enjoying a beer and margarita on the patio, eating appetizers. Smells like we’re at camp. That’s on fire.”
The view this morning at the stoplight in my town. Those hills are just on the other side of the signal.
Edited to add: It just dawned on me that the tracks on the highway is ash. It’s getting on everything.