Sunday afternoon I looked over our fields and saw a huge plume of smoke!
HUGE…of course I didn’t think to take a photo of it.
Hoping it wasn’t a farm on fire we drove down to see if we could help. Although, as we started down we were passed by a fleet of fire trucks heading toward the Rubidoux Canyon.
Now most of the Roubidoux Canyon is the ranch of Mr. Davis and his daughter. (There are other homes and farms and BLM land down there, but they are way at the other end of the canyon.)
(Davis settled they whole canyon and the ledges just above the canyon many years ago when Delta was just opened up for settlement around 1881 or so.) This is a photo of the hold home place in 1882.
The canyon is the winter home of the bulls, the horses and the cows and yearling calves.
And it is posted!
Still people trespass and ‘camp and picnic’ on their property. Leaving behind broken glass, beer cans, all sorts of nasty trash.
Sunday a careless camper started a campfire to cook potatoes; the result was a canyon on fire.
Our oldest daughter and Jason were down in the canyon when the fire broke out and were able to help move the bulls to higher ground. Teresa Davis and other members of the Davis family moved the rest of the cows and calves.
The fire was so intense it even jumped the river.
We haven’t gone down to see the damage, I’m sure it’s extensive. What a sad mess. What a hard lesson for that camper to learn—the whole thing is a bad deal.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,