A couple more from our rafting trip down Idaho’s Main Salmon as it was burning back in August. After days of smoke, we finally enjoyed one relatively clear evening and morning around the confluence with the South Fork of the Salmon. But the next afternoon, we rowed downstream towards one of the strangest skies I’ve ever seen, towering clouds laced with long plumes of blue smoke, laced with patches of pink and orange as the sun struggled through the haze. Soon after, ash began to fall like an unexpected autumn snowstorm. The next day, we would get a good look at the fire itself.