You don’t expect the smell of campfire to attend your mornings in the glossy core of a major metropolis. But on many days over the past couple of weeks, Seattle has once again awoken to an odor long associated with outdoor revelry but now with the ominous, fiery conclusion of summer.
The source of the wildfire smoke, and our anxiety, is more immediate than in the past. Winds that once swept plumes from distant mountains now need only carry them a little down the road. Towns near the Bolt Creek Fire, the latest blaze to compromise our air, barely qualify as exurbs.
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