We drive through three smokey areas. We can't tell what's burning, even though we see the smoke and smell it in the air.
There are odd low, triangular buildings built into hillsides that are insulated with hay or dirt thrown on the slanted rooftops. We wonder if they are storage for vegetables, like root cellars, or are they bomb shelters?
The terrain is changing from desert to wetland, and then back to desert scrub within a ten-minute drive. There is National Forest on the other side of the road.
Obviously Fall is upon us, as the aspens are turning yellow and orange.
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