November, 2021
Last July, I raced a wildfire.
I was on a four-day canoe trip with my father in the stunning wilderness of northern Saskatchewan, our favourite father-daughter tradition.
On the first day of the trip, we were flown up the river from our final destination by a small prop-plane, dropped miles from the nearest mark of human civilization. Out the window of the jet, I saw a wildfire raging in the not-too-distant distance. From the safety of a jet window, it was remarkable and chilling; the power and the destruction it contained.
