Oh, we barely made it out over Bear's Ears Pass to our car and it snowed overnight down in Dubois. It would have been crotch-high up at the pass. Those snows started putting out the Yellowstone Fires. When we got on the plane to come back, a firefighter from Arkansas sat with us, still attired in his fire-resistant yellow shirt and green pants. He smelled of smoke. He said they'd rousted him out of his tent at 5:00 AM and told him exactly how many hours he still had on the clock, just enough to get to Jackson, board a plane and land in Little Rock (via DFW, which is where we were heading)...