The workers at the tree farm were doing controlled burns near the houses where we all stay. It was neat to watch the method for the burn. Due to the consistent drumbeat of Smokey the Bear during my childhood, every fiber of my being wanted to run sreaming "Fire" as I watched the forest ground go up in flames. But this really is a necessary practice to prevent worse catastrophes; also, after the grass pops up again, it makes the forest ground look really neat and clean. You can see the burned area is the black part in the center of the photo.
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