where There's ...

Where there's smoke there's fire...far, far away. The forest fires in Georgia, combined with a few local brush fires (it IS the dry season, hereabouts) and an unhelpful weather pattern filled the air today with, not fog, though that is how it looked, but smoke. By the time I figured this out I was togged out to row and bringing the shell to the water. And rowed. Mistake. Like sitting downwind from a campfire. Eyes streaming, starting to cough. Quit at 4K. "Maybe better tomorrow," say the weather folk.