As with last Saturday's blog, I had a plan for this one. Then, things changed. Instead I'll relate what's been going on at Casa Espiritu, our desert home. It was unexpected, but what hasn't been this last year.
Tucson has entered the monsoon season. A week earlier, we'd had our first good storm. It hit us with all you can ask for with such storms-- wind, driving rain, thunder, and lightning. Storms that come with rain are the best as there is another kind-- dry lightning storms. Because this storm was intense, Ranch Boss filmed it and it's below. Such a giving storm means life to the land.
From Casa Espiritu May 29th
After that storm, they were spaced a few days apart. Most missed us. Sometimes, we'd see them travel up the Tucson Mountains, but we got nothing. Friday night, the 5th, the night of that full moon, we heard some rumblings of thunder, but they didn't seem close. We got a couple of sprinkles before bedtime.
Saturday morning, June 6th, we were sitting in our backyard, talking. It was our son's birthday and his present was it was the day the shearer could do the sheep. Not much of a birthday present, but he seemed okay with it. It's more troubling to us not to be there for what's been our life for over 40 years. Unplanned as this at this time due to life changes and the pandemic, we felt disturbed and yet understanding. One generation lets go and another takes over. We were lucky we had a son who can take over.
That afternoon, the temperature was about 96ºF, perfect for the patio misting cooling system to make it pleasant enough to be outside. As we watched the birds, good for de-stressing (and who doesn't need that these days), we saw jets fly surprisingly low. We thought they were headed to the airport. Never had we seen ones so big so low. Two of them. We watched to see where they went but lost them. I remember how blue the sky was, so pure of color. Often, it's that way above Pusch Ridge, the mountain range that is part of the Catalinas and not many miles, as a crow flies, from our house.
Later that afternoon, Ranch Boss saw the smoke. That's when we realized the plane we'd seen was a fire fighting jet and had been dropping fire retardant to try to put an inflammable barrier between the fires and homes in a development called La Reserve. We looked for information on it and found the fire, called the Bighorn, because this is part of their habitat was maybe 10 acres to begin but growing. That dry lightning storm had started two others, in the hills ringing Tucson.
Our farm in Oregon has twice had fires too close. One time we took our family photo albums, the Hopi pottery and our Navajo rugs into town to be at our daughter's in case we had to evacuate. Fortunately, fire crews put it out before that happened. When I've been away for a time, I always scan the horizon for that telltale red glow or smoke.
One more firefighting story. It involves what has been called by numerous names but among them, the South Canyon or Storm King fire. It's been memorialized in a book Fire on the Mountain. It's important in my memory because I knew one of the girls killed in it. She had gone to school with my kids, went onto college as more acquaintances than close friends, but I had her in my car more than once to school events. Terri Hagen was in track, a strong girl and summers fighting fires as a hot shot to pay for college was a logical thing for her. There is also a memorial above Bear Creek in Montana put there by Don Mackey's father. I have a photo of that, but it's unfortunately in Oregon. These people, and many more, have given their lives for the good of the forest and the rest of us. I am reminded of it all with this newest fire to enter my life.
Well, back to my story, in the case of The Bighorn, as I said above, the firemen concentrated on dropping fire retardant as well as water to suppress but not put it out since they felt it can be healthy for such rocky terrain by reducing cover for the predators that hunt the bighorns. In the beginning, they concentrated on protecting nearby homes.
As the week went on, that decision seemed less wise as it grew to 7000+ acres. It got into Pima Canyon, a beautiful place for hiking and threatens the homes below as they changed the area that people might have to evacuate. This is one of Tucson's older and nicer neighborhoods with homes beautifully set into the desert around them.
A second warning to prepare to evacuate is on the side of the mountain toward our home, but we are not at risk from it at this point. The thing could change if it gets into the big wash that comes down from the mountain. Hopefully, they are aware of that and will stop it before it gets that far. If it did, it could still be stopped back in the canyons with what they drop from the sky. It would be bad news for a lot of businesses if they can't get it under control at least there-- not to mention Catalina State Park. Today part of the area you see on the map is under mandatory evacuation now and part is to be ready-- called set.
map of potential evacuation area on the other side of Pusch Ridge from us
One good thing is the homes asked to evacuate were told they could return home but still be ready. I had read that the hotshots were setting backfires, which consume the fuel before a fire can reach that region. Maybe that worked.
Still, there is the other concern that if it heads toward Mt. Lemmon, there are tall trees up there. It suffered a bad fire a few years ago. Fire, like storms and the sun, is part of the desert life.
So, about what i planned to write-- Maybe next blog what I had in mind will come again or maybe something new... Several ideas surface, claiming it should be them; then they disappear as another arises. I have strong opinions, but what I don't want to do is insult readers who come here-- from either side. I have seen too much of that from blogs I used to enjoy. People don't need lectures right now, but I think a reminder of life being about more than momentary hysteria (you know where we must do something anything, and right now). I believe that people need hope that there can be a better tomorrow, but it might take work to get there. Ranch living tends to teach that lesson as it's full of tragedies and rebuilding.
Still, how can one ignore what's beyond ourselves??? For me, it's a time for having squirrels on my mental wheel, each trying for prominence. Too bad one isn't for the book I should be working on...
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When i got up this morning regarding the fire (the usual thing for me lately), I read this "Fire burning in the Catalina Mountains has increased to 8,950 acres Friday night. High temperatures have fueled increased fire activity north towards Golder Ranch. There are now 550 fire personnel working the fire." The ones that they told could go home yesterday in Catalina Foothills have now been told they must leave again if they went back.
Also one firefighter was treated for heat exhaustion at Catalina State Park. Can you imagine fighting a fire when it's over 108ºF and with their heavy gear? What a mess. Smoke is still really bad for us even with keeping windows and doors closed.
I am glad though we are here. As I'd have hated to read about this when we were a thousand miles away. We had thought if it seemed to endanger our house, we could spread pool water out onto the desert vegetation. It does not look likely that it will though not with all that is between us and it. Still, with fire, one never knows for sure. It's unpredictable like so much else in life.
Good to hear you are safe! Prays that you continue to be so.
Fire is a way of revitalizing an area, but can be difficult to control. As a large group of ranchers, we used to do rotational control burns. It controlled the scrub, brought new growth to the native grasses, and was the only method to scarify the seeds of some pines, among other benefits. It provided improved habit for the wildlife as well as the livestock. When the state of Calif prohibited that process, it all went down hill fast. Now when there is a fire it is hazardous to everything.
The native Indians often set fires as they left an area, it was a cleansing rite that benefited the native flora and fauna...
And if they had done this during the cool season, which is what we had been talking about between ourselves, when it wasn't so dangerous, it would have made sense. I wonder if, unlike Oregon that does that, they couldn't do it due to purity concerns. This was the wrong season. It's now about 10,000 acres and some say won't be out until the 4th of July if then. It will take heavy rains.
Forest fires are scary and also tragic. I drove through a forest fire once (in a convoy), and to see the death and destruction was so saddening. There's a novel, "And the birds rained down", that describes the horror of forest fire in vivid terms. The title refers to birds falling out of the sky suffocated by smoke. They made a movie out of the book but they downplayed the forest fire in the movie so it is not so good at describing it. My son who is a pilot got a new job this spring as a firebomber. He gets paid whether he is flying or not, I hope he won't be flying much but that is unlikely. He's on the west coast.
ElizabethAnn, the pilots bringing in the water and fire retardant were impressive. The main fire has moved beyond us but is taking out many saguaro thanks to another human error-- planting buffalo grass to fight erosion. It's an invasive species and it enabled the fire to destroy, they say, 2000 saguaros. Just terrible. It's now about 12,000 acres with no immediate end in sight. :( That country won't look the same for hundreds of years if ever.
That is btw-- Buffelgrass. It's invasive in the Sonoran Desert and a real concern.
the latest on the fire as it moves toward Mt. Lemmon, which many of us feared would happen. Update on the fire. Short of the wind driving it back on itself, something that isn't in the immediate predictions or a solid monsoon rain, also not in the prediction, I don't know how they'll actually stop it but hope they can save the cabins up on the mountain. It's been hit by bad fires before.
Really though with all else that is going on.
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