This is our third fire season. Today was the scariest day. The North Fire went from zero to thirty five hundred acres in a few hours. It’s still mainly out-of-control.
I-15 runs through the area as does a very busy set of railroad tracks. Much of what enters America on the West Coast moves through this pass.
We’ve been very dry, though we’re always dry around now. The fire area is mostly chaparral–sparse and stubby, drought resistant shrubs. They burn like paper.
This afternoon I watched a small biz jet lead an ancient DC-10 into the pass. Just above treetop level they dropped their load. A long thick plume of red powder fell to the ground. It was truly heroic flying.
One thousand firefighters plus a small air force are working hard. So much can burn so easily.