On Tuesday, the Ministry of Forests beat me to it.
We were unable to resist the spectacle and like many other locals we went down to check out the light show:
It was toasty warm and LOUD. So loud. Also smelly -- our jackets and Fogo's fur still smell faintly of smoke.
At noon the following day it looked like this:
And now I'm pining for my snowshoes. Bring on winter!