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When I wrote my last post, a cheeky diary of an extreme hazard day, I was on a six-day streak of high and extreme hazard. Feeling fatigued and anticipating that rain was soon to come, I thought it would be fun to document what extreme was like at the fire lookout.

Two weeks at the tower. 75 climbs up and down the ladder. 18 millimeters of rain. 100 seeds planted. Twice daily weather reports over the radio. Countless hours of watching clouds and squinting at distant smudges, trying to distinguish smoke from road dust, gas flares, snow patches, or cutblock, when the sun hits them at just the right angle to deceive weary eyes into seeing rising smoke.