
Back to burning eyes and throat, coughing and other stuff that never really bothered me when I fought forest fires back in “the day” as Safire, my daughter puts it. The last year I worked for the BLM was 1975, more than 30 years ago. AAAWWWGH! I am getting old.
So what takes me back, you say? Well we have a large fire about 2 miles from our house. It has burned close to 1000 acres by now and filled the valley with smoke. Safire caught it and Blondie was yelling at me to come see the fire. Since I am an “old hand” I was slow to come up from my office, it was a work day after all. By the time I got there, it was growing very rapidly. I predicted it would almost reach the peak and it did in about an hour. Every so often the fire would hit some thick brush that had more sap and a puff of black smoke would rise out of the grey-white mass. At the bottom you could see flames that I would judge were 30 to 50 feet tall. We could see in the distance all the fire trucks and then pretty soon the US Forest Service bombers and helicopters showed up and started dumping slurry or bentonite retardant to stop the blaze.

I think it’s funny the way municipal fire fighters work a range or forest fire. They want to squirt everything. We did our work with dirt and a little trombone sprayer. Of course we had the bombers as well, but only on the biggest fires, like this one.
I had to get back to work, but it was an exciting lunch watching the mountain burn. Now I have to stare at the blackened mountain all fall and winter. We normally have some nice color on the mountain in the fall, but that is gone now. Ah well. With the destruction comes new life and greenery. It will be back next year.

I have posted all the pictures at Flickr, if you want to see the rest.