One year the normally clear sky was punctuated with a mushroom cloud of atomic proportions. A very nearby wild fire plumed straight into the ceiling and mushroomed out. Coupled with the scenery of Lake Powell and incredible golden hour light the images are absolutely astounding.
We could smell the smoke, wafts of juniper or maybe mesquite, and it was a pleasant scent despite the danger and menace that a wild fire can be.
After camping the night on Alstrom Point I arose to find the fire still burning, as it would for many days.