As a Minnesota native, I’ve seen the fires from a whole different perspective than most.
It was an epic storm that ravaged the state in 2015 and the aftermath of the wildfires.
But it was also the most intense fire season in the state’s history, with more than a quarter of the state devastated.
I’ve been to the fires on numerous occasions and, well, I can tell you what happens if you get caught in the middle of it.
My first real experience was the firestorm that swept through downtown Minneapolis, Minnesota on Sept. 16, 2019.
The smoke and flames overwhelmed the city.
The city was reduced to rubble and I was lucky to escape uninjured.
But that’s the way the fire season goes.
It doesn’t end well.
I live in Minneapolis, a city with a history of fires, but this one wasn’t a typical fire.
The cause was simple: a sudden and unexpected loss of moisture in the ground.
When the heat of the day sets in, it causes dry, dusty ground to form and this makes it harder to burn.
But when the heat and humidity are set, the dryness turns to smoke, causing a dangerous situation.
The result: the smoke is black, with thick, black, black clouds forming, which is why we can smell it all around us.
It’s the smoke you can’t see and it’s not smoke that’s in the air.
I had just left a restaurant in downtown Minneapolis and I had to make my way to the front door of my house.
My mom and stepdad were both standing outside and I wasn’t allowed inside, but I did get a window that would let me see outside.
I was really worried, because there were so many fires.
The wind was blowing hard and the flames were still out.
It would have been bad enough if the fires were coming out of the city, but they weren’t coming out from anywhere.
The smoke I smelled all around me was from the smoke coming from the burning city.
It started to get really dark.
Then, suddenly, the clouds came in and everything was quiet again.
It felt like I was in the sky.
I thought it was crazy to be out here but, after about two minutes, I finally felt comfortable to leave.
I made it to my home about an hour later and, while it was still dark, I was surprised to see the smoke from the fireballs coming from everywhere.
After that, it was all over.
I’m not sure why it was so difficult to leave my home, but there were some fires that lasted for more than an hour.
I left my home in the wee hours of the morning on Sept 16, and, by the time I got back to the house, I had lost all of my clothes.
I started to feel pretty much hopeless.
I went back to my apartment in the Twin Cities, and I couldn’t believe it.
I couldn`t believe that there were fires on my doorstep.
I felt like an idiot.
I got dressed and headed back to work.
I still didn`t know what had happened to me.
I didn`T have an ID.
I kept hearing that there had been a fire, but the fires had never been that bad before.
I went to the fire station, got a picture of my ID, and then walked out the door.
I wasn`t able to take my clothes with me.
It`s a shame because I loved to go out, but it was a tough feeling knowing I couldn t leave my apartment.