At my Communidance that fateful Saturday, my friend Annette mentioned that she would be afraid to live in the mountains like I do because of the fire threat. I didn’t share her concern. But I thought about what she had said when I drove home. I saw a puff of smoke in the mountains. It’s tough to tell where smoke is coming from. But with every twist and turn of Highway 24, I thought – that doesn’t look good! I didn’t imagine I was witnessing the start of the worst wild fire in the history of Colorado.