And just like that, the fire heads west.
The wind kicked up again a few minutes ago, hot and strong and steady. Smoke pours out of Corral Canyon, where planes and 'copters swarm. Almost 4 p.m.. We're heading into autumn dusk, an unsettling time to lose the light. Time to collect the dogs, pack the Plymouth and think about the best place to spend the night.
*corrected to Corral. (Not Latigo, as previously reported.)