where there's smoke there's fire... usually

Saturday and Sunday we spent a lot of time driving through the Redwood covered mountains in California and Oregon. The views were shrouded by a heavy haze of smoke all around us. There were a number of fires burning in both States and firemen were coming from many other States to help fight them

Sunday morning, just after passing this sign:

we passed a long line of firetrucks going in the other direction. We hoped they were heading to fight a fire and not running from one otherwise we were in trouble.

But all was well. We continued to see and smell smoke for a few more hours but eventually drove out of it without any sign of any actual flames. A big relief.