Hidden Help

Friday night was spent at one of my favorite Southern Oregon locations, marked by gorgeous views, lovely music, countless familiar faces, delicious dinners from picnic baskets and local food trucks. The hours pass swiftly with the evening sunglow giving way to twinkle lights strung between the trees. As we pack up our blankets and chairs, we realize our children have played and danced collectively with not a single instance of refereeing required or complaint filed.

Walking back to the car I recalled a most spectacular evening celebrated one year and one week prior at this very same spot but underscored at that time by the eerie glow of a smoke-filled sky as wildfires crept ever closer to our town.