After a long day of travel (first time away from Dashiell), I ended up evacuating from Los Alamos late last night. I felt lucky up find a hotel room via the Internet–phone lines were jammed. It was a bizarre thing to be coming down the hill at 11pm with lots of others, just like a normal commutting weekday, except with a glowing fire in the rear-view. This morning in Santa Fe, my rental car is dusted with ash and the smell of burning piƱon is ever present.

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