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Category: Camp Fire

Clean Air

We took a ride up the hill to Paradise to get out of the wildfire smoke in our Canyon. Mind you, this was a week before the massive surrounding fires exploded, combined smoke plumes, bombed ash, and blocked out the sun completely. This was before our air quality reached the “Hazardous” range. 

This day the Air Quality Index on my cell phone weather app showed a level 120 for Chico, “Unhealthy for Sensitive Groups.” For Paradise, the app showed a level of 50, “Good.” A twenty-minute drive for clean air? Let’s go! We’ll take the kid with us. A stop at the store to buy the kid new balls and dolls and treats, and we’re on our way.

A worthy escape! Bright sunshine in the piney foothills felt good and looked good. And the air smelled really, really good. Compared to the orange glow and dank smoke in the valley down below, Paradise was a paradise.

First stop in clean Paradise was the Starbuck’s drive-through. The little kid strapped into the car seat in the back needed a drink, and so did the people in the front seat, my wife and I, otherwise known as Grandma and Grandpa. 

The people inside the Starbuck’s drive-through window were exceedingly nice and cheery. It seems Paradise people, having been through the Camp Fire of 2018, will not be brought down by the current Covid pandemic or a few more fires. They made a big deal of the kid in the back seat. “What’s your name?” they asked. The kid shyly and quietly said, “Camille.” 

“Oh, how pretty!” they said. They loaded her up with a sweet drink and treats. Grandma and Grandpa loaded up with caffeine, and we were on our way.

We drove around to check out the Real Estate scene in Paradise. New houses stand here and there among the sparse neighborhoods. New construction is underway. Houses are steadily going up and businesses are steadily filling in the commercial spaces as the rebuild of a town continues, pandemic or not. Burnt trees and twisted metal are less and less the dominant focal point of the Paradise landscape.

We hung a left off the main drag and crawled into the parking lot at Bille Park. Green grass rolled out in an expanse of open space and freshness, shaded by big healthy pines. Bille Park, with good tree-spacing and tree-trimming made it through the Camp Fire. The dogs hopped out of the camper shell smiling and prancing, ready to rumble. We unstrapped the little kid from the car seat, and her three-year-old legs were churning through the green grass in no time.

We played with the bouncy balls we bought the kid, and she hugged the doll we bought her. We feasted on the crackers and cheese, and sandwiches, and cookies we bought her. Grandma and Grandpa were out to spoil the kid, loading her up with those toys and treats.

After the kid and the grandparents ran around in the moist grass and piney clean air of Bille Park, we drove over to Ace Hardware for chain saw oil and pre-mixed 2-stroke gasoline. The ladies at the key-making station made a big deal out of the kid. “Oh, my goodness!” they said. “What a cute little girl! Would you like a ring of keys?” They showed her six or seven old used keys held on a piece of wire.

The kid wasn’t too sure about wanting a ring of keys until one of the ladies said, “Look, this one has a butterfly on it.” One of the used keys had a crinkled sticker of a butterfly stuck to it.

We drove back down the hill reluctantly into the layers of smoke and returned the kid to her mother. We unloaded the kid, and proudly displayed all the shiny toys and packages of treats we had spoiled her with. The kid ran to her mother, past the shiny spoilage, and said, “Look Mama, keys! And a butterfly!” She held aloft the old used ring of keys as the prize of the day.

A worthy escape. We spoiled ourselves with some clean air, and the kid was spoiled with some old used keys on a piece of wire. 

More Nagging

As the season changes from Summer to Fall, we are still in the season with no change at all: Fire season. Peering through the smoke, you can see the leaves on the trees changing color, but more significantly, the leaves are dry.

Until Fire season ends, homeowners and property owners must stay vigilant with your fire prevention skill-building techniques. Just a few of the little things in fire prevention can make a big difference in whether your place survives a fire storm.

The prediction is for cooler weather ahead in the first couple of weeks of October, which will mean a little more humidity and perhaps a lessening of the Red Flag warnings from the National Weather Service. And with increasing containment of the fires burning all around us now, we also should see a clearing of the smoky skies.

But, listen, no relaxing your fire awareness yet. Now is the time to practice your fire prevention skills even more. With cooler and clearer weather coming, now is the perfect time to get outside and make a difference.

So, I’m nagging you one more time to get serious, if you haven’t already. Give your place the once-over with fire prevention in mind. Here are some techniques from the Buttecounty.net/disaster preparedness website:

Right now:

  • Clear off the roof and empty the gutters.
  • Clear the driveway to at least twenty feet wide, and fifteen feet from the ground up, for the firetrucks.
  • Clear the weeds within thirty feet of all structures, propane tanks, and utility boxes.
  • Develop your outside water supply, with hoses to reach the entire house.
  • Cut tree limbs that hang within 15 feet of the roof and chimney. Install a spark arrestor on the chimney and keep it clear of tar and debris.
  • Thin and prune the dead stuff out of trees and brush.
  • Move that stack of firewood thirty feet from the house, preferably uphill.

If you are evacuated:

  • If you have time and capability, blow or sweep the leaves, pine needles, and debris from the roof, and out of the gutters.
  • Clear debris and any items that will burn from around the house, including lawn furniture, barbecue grills, especially barbecue propane bottles, chairs and tables on a deck, all the little things that can catch a spark. Throw them all at least twenty feet from the house, outside your defensible space.
  • Lean a ladder against the side of the house, right out front where the firefighters can see it.
  • Close all the windows and doors. Cover outside vents, like the attic, eaves, and foundation vents. People have used duct tape and plastic. The idea is to block air flow into the vents, so flying embers and sparks aren’t sucked into the house.
  • Close all the doors inside the house and drop shutters and blinds, again to prevent air draft.
  • Shut off the gas or propane supply lines. Put your can’t-live-without papers and valuables in the car.
  • Connect garden hoses for firefighters to use. Fill any pools or hot tubs, and fill garbage cans, tubs, or other large containers with water.
  • Park the car pointing away from the house with the key in the ignition.
  • Put the pets in the car.
  • Release any horses and livestock from barns into the pasture.

These are just a few of the recommended techniques. People have come up with more ideas with sprinkler systems, landscaping, and fireproof materials outside and inside houses and buildings. One tip a reader sent in, is to connect a “Foam-Fast” cartridge attachment to your garden hose for firefighting which turns the spray into foam, a more effective fire suppressor than water. He says the product is sold locally for around $125.00. Check out foam-fast.com.

Okay, no more nagging for now. But, any more technique tips?

Rebuild

“There must not be much action up in Paradise, huh? What with the Covid shut-down and everything,” said my brother-in-law at our Fourth of July get-together, over on the Coast.

“Well, it’s surprising,” I said, “the building lots are selling, and over a thousand Building Permit applications are in. Houses are going up.”

True. Lots are selling, but a good portion of the lots in Paradise aren’t for sale. A good portion of those Building Permit applications are from Paradise fire victims not selling their lots. They are determined to restart. And some fire victims who left the North State area, or left California entirely, are returning.

“I’m just dumb enough to go back,” said Richard, a Paradise construction guy who’s been living in the West Valley. “I never did like it down in Chico. It’s okay out here where I’m at, but it’s not Paradise. My lot up there is a mess. The trees are all gone, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and rebuild. Back to my roots, if you know what I mean.”

An Agent In my office said, “I’m working with three clients who moved away after losing their homes in Paradise and have decided to move back. They are selling the homes they bought right after the Camp Fire. Two of them are selling at a loss. All three plan on rebuilding.”

One of those clients happened to have called me about a month ago, left me a voice mail. 

“My husband and I knew the old Paradise Cowboy, Lee, you wrote about, who got knocked out, and laid flat down in the ditch while his house burned and his dogs died, too. A friend of ours sent us that article. We cried. And then we laughed. What was it he said? ‘I’m just a little older than the hills, but I can still ride bulls.’ And, ‘I’m a hard-headed old cowboy. We take it as it comes.’ That tough old dude made it. And he was determined to rebuild.” Her husband chimed in: “We moved out here to Idaho, but it’s not home. Home is Paradise. We’re coming back. After we heard Lee died, a year after he survived that damn fire, we decided we needed to come home.” The guy was choking up.

I talked to Deb, our supermarket checker who lost her house in Paradise and moved to Oregon right after the fire. Deb returned from Oregon last year, saying, “The grass might look greener somewhere else, and we have plenty to complain about here, but this is the best place to live. This is home.” It’s been a long road for Deb, moving around, dealing with fire insurance, figuring out how to rebuild, whether it’s worth it, where to call home. This day she told me she had just bought a house in Glenn County. 

“So, I guess you’ve decided to live there,” I said. 

“Oh no,” said Deb, “I’m determined to get back to Paradise. It’s beautiful. I want to be home, on my property. I know it won’t be the same, but I’m going back. I love that area!”

She’s not the only one.

You Rang

It seems when I bring up the Camp Fire in these little articles, the result is a heightened interest from you, the readers. Your communications come pouring in. And I do love receiving the emails, texts, and phone calls.

Last column, I mentioned the Camp Fire stories and personal experiences you have related to me over the last two years. You responded with even more. I heard from you in Paradise, Concow, Butte Valley, and my home territory, Butte Creek Canyon. Many of you are displaced and moved away, many of you are rebuilding or planning on it. 

In that last column I also told you of the reader, RW, who sent me her methods of Fire Preparation and Fire Evacuation, hand-written on yellow lined paper, full of great advice for all of us. A few of you have asked about it. If you want a copy of her handiwork, let me know and I will shoot it your way.

One guy left a message: 

“Hey, good morning, Doug, this is Paul in the Care Center here in Chico. I’m a patient here. I’m dealing with a bad hip, of course. I wanted to let you know I was in Paradise the day the fire started. I was in a Care Home up there and they had to evacuate all of us. I’ll never forget that fire, the memory is always with me. We weren’t sure we were going to make it out. Paradise is a beautiful town and will never die. It will come back again. I guarantee it! Thanks for your time. You have a great day. Bye-bye.” Paul sounds to me like a kindly Uncle, concerned for my stress, never mind his problems.

A guy from Paradise called me. “Joe here,” he said. “I have spent the last two years designing and planning my rebuild. I’m coming back leaner and meaner, and fire-PROOF!” He paused, expecting a reaction, I supposed.

“Wow,” I offered.

“Yeah. Any building material that will burn is off my list. The trees are gone, so I don’t have to worry about them anymore. The view is better now, anyway. Here’s the key: my groundcover will be no-burn. Concrete and asphalt.”

I was pondering that visual, when Joe said, “Don’t get me wrong. It will be Sunset Magazine beautiful. The concrete will be exposed aggregate flatwork with asphalt borders. Shrubbery will be inset in boxes. Benches and tables made of light-weight concrete will be placed here and there. Umbrellas for shade. A couple of trellises with flowery vines. I’m on over an acre, so everything will be spread out and totally defensible. You’ll have to come see it when we’re done!”

“That would be great,” I said. “Thanks for the information.”

“Here’s the other key,” said Joe. “And everybody should consider this. My front fence will be green or grey grid-wire and will be a series of 12-foot rolling gates on wheels. That way, the fire crews can access my place quickly and easily and post up with any size equipment they need.”

“Wow!” I said.

“Yeah,” said Joe, “when I told my CDF buddy that, he said he would pin a medal on me!”

The stories and Fire Tips from you readers keep on coming. Keep it up!

Meanwhile, we have a Town to build. Remember Paul in the Care Center, who says, ‘Paradise is a beautiful town and will never die’.

He guarantees it.

Tip Trophy

At the conclusion of my previous article, which was about tips for fire prevention and my nagging ways about fire prevention and preparation, I ended with this: “Okay, no more nagging for now. But any more tips?”

Wow, I received a lot of tips from you readers out there. I perceive that you are on edge just as I am, about the present and future dangers of Fire Season. 

We share sufferings of PTSD in varying forms and varying degrees of severity, having been through the worst fire disaster in California history, the notorious Camp Fire of November 8, 2018; the destruction of Paradise and the burn-through of surrounding areas, including my home territory, Butte Creek Canyon.

You have sent me dozens of personal stories of your Camp Fire experiences. We have seen and heard many impactful, heartbreaking, disastrous Camp Fire stories. But when your stories and experiences are sent directly from you to me, in a personal way, they are even more impactful and heartbreaking. Disastrous is an understatement.

Through all the grief and tragedy, we must try as hard as we can to prevent a repeat of the Camp Fire, or anything like it.

That’s why I keep nagging about fire preparation and prevention and asking for more tips. Receiving your responses to my request is inspiring.

For example, my inspiring new friend R.W., a Camp Fire survivor, sent me a hand-written letter on yellow lined notepaper with a clipping of an excerpt from my previous article pasted to it. She also stapled to the letter a 3×5 index file card. An old-school creation, but, pay attention, it delivers good advice for us all.

R.W. wrote: “Yes, fire prevention nagging is still on the agenda. You asked for a few more tips. In June 2018, I assembled a “Go Bag”. I also put together an index file card set-up for the last-minute items needed from each room, in the event of a quick evacuation.”

In the margin of the letter she put an asterisk and the words “see example”. The example is the 3×5 index card. At the top of the card, it says “Location: Mud Room”. Below, it says “List of Items:” and line by line below that, it says, “flashlights with batteries; dog’s meds and vet vaccination papers; dog’s leash, bowl, blanket, food (dog’s Go Bag); boots, gloves, jacket.”

R.W. continued: “When the Nov. 8, 2018 Camp Fire was raging down our canyon, I referenced the index cards for quick packing (this was done with a clear/concise mind vs. the adrenaline- fueled mind!!). I only took what was on the cards and packed in under 15 minutes.”

She continues: “The Camp Fire took our neighbor’s house and barn. We spend a lot of time clearing firebreaks and creating defensible space. It is our responsibility and I appreciate your informative column on being Fire Safe.”

On the back of the letter R.W. wrote: “Another tip: A neighbor rolled a wet beach towel and placed it inside his front door to prevent draft and embers from entering.”

She added: “P.S. We left our house 15 minutes before the Camp Fire hit. We know a First Responder saved our house and we are forever grateful! (smiley face)”

People, I’m reloading my dusty index file card box with R.W.’s tips. No relying on a computer file. By the time you evacuate, the power and internet are off, and a computer file is worthless.

Thank you, R.W. The first Fire Tip trophy goes to you! 

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