This was about the 4th day this fire had burned. By mid-afternoon, the wind would whip it up and we would see a helicopter crossing the sky with a large water-bucket on a long cable. We figured that other, larger fires to the west and north were commanding more attention--and more planes--than this one. Without the wind, the chilly evening and morning hours would effect a temporary truce, but we would still find bits of ash on our clothing. While I was reading an interpretive sign in the valley below, something caused the smoke to change from a forthrightly billowing, straight-rising, serious-looking column to this wavering, shredding one; I don't know if this resulted from a water-dump or just a change in the wind. The smoke stayed with me throughout the 4-hour drive home the next day.