Dropping down Route 9 from Hartsel into Lake George is like entering a thicket of gauze. A clear Colorado day gives way first to haze, then gray, then brown. Smoke grows thicker by the mile. Behind the smoke, the sun glows orange. To the north, a billowing cotton-candy cloud roils over the mountain ridge. The smell of burning penetrates... More >>>
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Up close, but not personal: Fire approaches a house in the Turkey Rock subdivision.