It's been a very hot and dry summer so far but last night a strong thunderstorm rolled through. At some point around 3 AM the tent lit up like a lightbulb followed by a huge thunder clap, I remember thinking "damn, I hope that doesn't start a tundra fire" before rolling over and going back to sleep. In the morning the storm had passed leaving behind a gorgeous sunny day, Buzz and I drove down river to meet Reuben's plane and I'd all but forgotten about my thought the night before. Then on the drive back up river to meet Reuben again I started noticing the smoke and at every bend in the river it became clearer exactly how close to camp it was. After getting back to camp the only positive thing that could be said was the wind was carrying the smoke away from us, for now anyway.