I suppose I ought to tell you the end of the story of the Great Fire of 2012. Once upon a time a boy and a girl bought a home. They loved to wander on top of hillsides and gaze at mountaintops, so they bought one at the edge of the forest. It was a lovely place.
But then one day a big fire came and burned all the mountains. (If you don't have 16 minutes to spare, the drama of the homes burning starts around 8:30).
And then Orcs invaded their land and made them all Sauron's subjects...Oh wait. Wrong story.
The boy and girl went and hid in Denver for the smoke, fire, and orcs to leave. Then after six days, they were allowed back home. Hundreds of their neighbors' homes had burned south of them, but their home and immediate neighborhood still stood.
The fire had crept within 1,000 feet of their home. (Google Earth said 1,400, but the boy's GPS said 1,000).
The boy and girl rejoiced and had never been more thankful for the quarry behind their home that had slowed the fire's progress into their neighborhood.
They arrived home to see their beautiful mountain which had once been so verdant look like this:
(It's hard to tell the difference on the video, but most of the trees on the upper slopes are burnt or dead.) But they really couldn't complain since the nice firefighters had bulldozed a new, wide trail for them up the hillside and since their home didn't look like this:
Now, for the girl's birthday, they are planting a tree. An Autumn Blaze Maple that will turn fiery red in the fall. It will hopefully grow big and green and help soften the black hills surrounding it.