Like it or not but smoky skies are our new norm in South Central Idaho for August. Evenings take on a surreal cast. Mornings have a pungent and palpable air. Hoppers flicker through the tall grass and waves of tricos still clutter the air near the water's surface. Nightime temps can even be cool as the higher elevation aspen groves take on hints of yellow. Sandhill cranes now ply the skies and garble loudly. Cranes are, when in a group, referred to as a sedge, which is just right in my mind. August does not so much gasp for air as it does settle low and warm in an unhurried rush of late afternoon cumulous clouds eventually overtaken by the great blur of a giant swath of smoke...