Wildfire Smoke has become the new norm in August for the Pacific Northwest. Huge swaths of smoke blot out the sun for weeks and and block any good thermal flying.
The low altitude sickness was just too much after awhile though and when a kind soaring wind came in it was time to go fly.
Even in the smoke.
It was an eeire experience flying in the smoke. Not quite like cloud flying and a constant smell of burning everywhere. A few eagles came out to join me and you could tell that even they didn’t really appreicate the apocolyptic haze that enveloped us all.
Smoke or not it was great to be back in the air and soaring with the birds. Besides when else in life do you get to fly inside a giant smoke bloom.