Hayden
Hayden
"At least we don't have to wear masks anymore," Natalie says from where she stands next to me.
"Agreed, but the smell, it just lingers."
The remnants of the ridge fire have finally stopped smoldering. After a week and a half, we no longer have to worry about it reigniting. But Bradford? It needs a lot of cleanup. More than I imagined.
It's beyond overwhelming, but we came together to stay alive during the fire. I have to believe we can come together to clean up as well.
"Hopefully, we can get the smell out as soon as we can start clearing a lot of the debris." I go over to the firetruck at the curb. They're set up in different sections of the city to help facilitate the clean-up. The man standing with his back to me is one I'd recognize anywhere. Reaching out, I tap him
