Update on Wasted

As predicted last June, although I thought December back then, and it's still October. (Of course, nobody then could have foreseen the kind of October we've been having!)

And here's a curiosity: why is it that -- more often than one might imagine -- the person nominally in charge of one of these back-country shows feels a need to assert his or her dominance by telling me that my dog and I really shouldn't be there at all?
This time, according to her, it was because they were lighting fires on both sides of the road.
I suppose she must have imagined inferno potential, in spite of the rain.