Sunday, April 24, 2022. This is the ridgeline behind our house in Pendaries Village, in New Mexico, two nights ago. The Hermit’s Peak fire started on April 6, when a prescribed burn got away from the Forest Service. The Calf Canyon fire (cause still being investigated) began on April 19, about 4 miles away–upwind, so probably not related to the first fire.
On Friday, 4/22, the two fires merged and–powered by an unusual “wind event”–raced to the northeast–15 miles on Friday. The Las Vegas (NM) airport clocked a wind gust at 76 mph, so gusty that air tankers and helicopters couldn’t fly. There was really no way of containing the fire. It now covers about 54,000 acres, still growing and and is still 0% contained.
There’s still no word on our cabin–it may be several days, even a week, before we learn its fate. It’s been our getaway place for the last 20 years. If it’s gone, we’ll miss it greatly. I loved to be there when it snowed–something this Illinois girl has missed in Texas.
But most of the people who’ve lost homes in this fire don’t have another place to live. We have MeadowKnoll–and feel grateful for that good fortune. Just another reminder (as if we needed one!) that life is unpredictable, catastrophes happen, and all we can do is take a deep breath and then let it go.
It’s a good morning to remember Mary Oliver.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.