The area northwest of Boulder, Four-Mile Canyon is on fire.
It has been since Monday.
Over 6,000 acres have burned. I have biked in that area. It is a stunning, beautiful part of Colorado.
It makes me sad that it is now gone.
Over 600 firefighters are trying to contain it. When the fire started on Monday, many local firefighters quickly joined in to battle the blaze….and some lost their own homes.
And I wonder, would I have had the strength to stay where I was and fight? Knowing that my home was gone, would I continue to fight?
“Of course you would,” A friend of mine said. “You would be so mad, you would want to make sure that fire was out and that no one else lost a home.”
“I’m not so sure,” I said. “I fought my own fire. I fought like hell for Samantha and the many causes that came with being her mom. Now that I no longer have my own little flame to fight for, I’m not sure if I can get back into the battle with the same exuberance.”
But in reading the many stories about the heroic people in Boulder, they got right back in, held lines and protected their neighbors’ homes knowing their own were gone.
God Bless ’em I say. Because I just don’t know if I can get back in the fight.