Our Outdoors: On Edge

The haze of a hundred wildfires dimmed the light of the mid-July sun overhead, on the afternoon fishing trip, as I drifted along the breaks of a favorite rocky lake. The orb’s all-day orange glow made me uncomfortable as the effects of yet another heatwave crashing on the west drifted slowly across the plains, like the foam at the edge of a breaker trying to extend its reach up the beach. I looked...