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This bestselling author of High Crimes explores what causes forest fires and captures their danger and the heroism of those who fight them.
In Megafire, a world-renowned journalist and forest fire expert travels to dangerous and remote wildernesses, as well as to the backyards of people faced with these catastrophes, to look at the heart of this phenomenon and witness firsthand the heroic efforts of the firefighters and scientists racing against time to stop it—or at least to tame these deadly flames.
From Colorado to California, China to Canada, head to the frontlines on the ground and in the air, as well as in the laboratories, universities, and federal agencies where this battle rages on. Through this prism of perspectives, Kodas zeroes in on some of the most terrifying environmental disasters in recent years—the Yarnell Hill Fire in Arizona that took the lives of nineteen elite “hotshot” firefighters, the Waldo Canyon Fire that overwhelmed the city of Colorado Springs—and more in a page-turning narrative that puts a face on the brave people at the heart of this issue. Megafiredescribes the profound global impact of these fires and will change the way we think about the environment and the precariousness of our world.“I don't know any writer better equipped to explain what's gone wrong than Michael Kodas, who shines a light both on the astonishing bravery of the hotshots on the front lines and on the waste and ineptitude of the politicians and bureaucrats who too often fail them, sometimes with fatal consequences.”—Dan Fagin, author of the Pulitzer Prize-winning Toms River: A Story of Science and Salvation
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780547792125 |
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| Publisher: | Houghton Mifflin Harcourt |
| Publication date: | 06/11/2020 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 395 |
| Sales rank: | 744,842 |
| File size: | 12 MB |
| Note: | This product may take a few minutes to download. |
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PROLOGUE
The Fourmile Canyon Fire broke out on Labor Day 2010, while my wife and I were moving into a cottage in the Colorado Chautauqua, a National Historic Landmark and park overlooking Boulder.
Our home for the year at the foot of the Flatirons — pinnacles of red rock that define the city’s skyline — carries a rugged, rustic status. The historic dining hall and auditorium 100 yards below our cottage hosted Teddy Roosevelt a century before we moved to the park and bands such as Los Lobos after we arrived. At night we listened to the concerts from the easy chairs on the cottage’s front porch while staring at the lights of the city sprawling below a forest of stars. In the morning we looked out on hot air balloons ascending in the sunrise. On game days we could see the crowds and hear the cheers in the stands of the University of Colorado’s football stadium. The panorama of dark mountain forests descending to the glowing city highlighted what made Boulder County one of the fastest growing counties in the West.
The cottage’s interior was as rough-hewn as the Rockies. Ancient knob-and-tube electrical wiring drooped from the ceilings. A cockeyed brass chandelier seemed like it might burst into flame if you looked at it wrong. The windows sat off kilter in their sills. Stinkbugs and box elder beetles didn’t even have to slow down to fly inside through the gaps. Sunlight beamed between the slats into the dim, dusty interior.
Between the wiring, the wood, and the trees surrounding the cabin, our new life seemed almost designed to burn, but the charm of the location all but blinded us to that. We raved about the delicious apples that fell from the tree overhanging the front gardens, but never discussed the fire hazard posed by the pine needles that piled up in the corners of the roof and the century-old clapboards.
As we unloaded our boxes, we heard the first planes and choppers buzz over our heads on their way to the wildfire that was already devouring homes. We listened to a police scanner on a laptop and wondered how quickly the ancient wooden cabin would ignite if a firebrand landed on it. I quit unpacking and climbed to the top of the First Flatiron. From there, more than 1,000 feet above our new home, I could see the column of smoke rising five miles away.
On the shoulder of Flagstaff Mountain, farther west, I joined nearly 100 other Boulder residents looking out on the flames spreading over Sunshine Canyon and Sugarloaf Mountain. The vista was similar to the one I had over the city from my porch, but the scene wasn’t nearly so idyllic. Instead of balloons in the sunrise, we watched air tankers paint red crescents in the sky just above the flaming pines. We could see some of the more palatial homes in the canyons and watched as the fire worked its way among them. The houses didn’t explode, but gradually showed a tiny bit of red around their bases or on their roofs.
“That one’s going up,” someone would shout as soon as they saw the slightest glow. Sometimes the houses burned fast, but usually it took 30 minutes or more for them to become fully engulfed. Despite covering dozens of wildfires, and fighting them over a summer, this was the first one I saw destroy people’s homes.
The Fourmile Canyon Fire burned 169 residences and was the first of four fires in four years that would break the “most destructive” fire record in Colorado. While it never threatened Chautauqua or our cottage, it did burn away many of the ideas I had about wildfire. The houses of Fourmile Canyon would be rebuilt long before I filled those voids in my understanding.
Five years later a fire more than a thousand miles away hit even closer to home. In Lake County, California, my brother Jeff was living in a cabin similar to our onetime home in Chautauqua. During the height of the summer of 2015 the Rocky and Jerusalem Fires burned within a dozen miles of Jeff’s cabin. Then, in September, the Valley Fire burned 76,067 acres through the mountains where he lived.
“We’d been seeing it all summer,” he told me when I called. “I saw the smoke over here and thought, ‘Oh, shit, here we go again.’ ”
As the blaze came toward his cabin, Jeff found that his truck wouldn’t start. He was left with a tiny, two-door sports car to carry anything he wanted to save and raced away with his girlfriend’s paintings and silk screens, some jewels and gold, a few tools, and two cats (one would escape his grasp while he searched for a shelter and perish in the flames).
During the following days he did what he could to help others who were evacuating — gathering pets, turning off electricity, and leading a disabled friend away from the fire. Eventually he found himself alone on a ridgeline, where he watched the panorama of fire.
“I could see for miles — almost all the way to the East Bay,” Jeff, an unflappable marine veteran who served in Vietnam, said. “It was like that mountain got napalmed and rocketed all at once.”
By then he was certain that his own home had burned.
“Going back out the last time was like driving out through the apocalypse,” he said. “Whole neighborhoods have just vanished. They’re gone.”
By the time my niece and her mother, who live in nearby Cobb, gathered their pets and some valuables, the flames surrounding the town were so thick that they couldn’t drive through them. They parked on a golf course, where treeless greens, water hazards, and sand traps provided a refuge in the orange night. Their home survived, but many of the ones around it, and most of nearby Middletown, burned. They couldn’t return home for weeks.
The Valley Fire burned more than 1,300 homes and killed four residents,1 one of them an acquaintance of my brother’s. It also climaxed the year in which the most land on record in the United States — 10 million acres — burned in wildfires.2
I covered my first forest fire nearly 30 years before the Valley Fire burned my brother’s home. I fought fires in the Rocky Mountains a decade before the Fourmile Canyon Fire blazed outside Boulder. But the new fires were different from the ones I’d photographed, reported on, and fought years before. Some scientists and firefighters were calling the worst of them “megafires,” but others bristled at the term’s sensationalism and lack of scientific precision.
During the five years between the fire outside my hometown, which began the series of record-breaking fires in Colorado, and the one that burned down my brother’s cabin and topped off a year in which the most acreage in the nation burned, I tried to learn what was driving fires to be so much larger, faster, hotter, and more destructive. It seemed like that question would be easy to answer, particularly with the world’s first conference studying megafires announced soon after the fire that threatened Boulder.
But just defining “megafire” proved more difficult than I’d anticipated.
Table of Contents
Prologue ix
Part I Everybody's Hometown
1 Yarnell Hill 3
2 Fuses and Bombs 12
3 Prescott 21
Part II Our Greatest Ally, Due Fiercest Foe
4 Heartstrong 27
5 Red Buffalo, Black Dragon 40
6 Crazy Woman 49
7 The Bigger Blowup 56
Part III The Crowded Forest
8 Mansions in the Slums 61
9 The Blackline 71
10 Slop-Over 75
11 Off to the Races 87
12 Red Zones 100
Part IV Turning Up the Heat
13 Playing with Fire 115
14 Nuclear Frying Pan 118
15 The Vanishing Forest 128
16 The Fire-Industrial Complex 136
17 High Park 145
18 Firebugs 157
19 Forest Jihad 170
Part V Extended Attack
20 Mountain Shadows 177
21 Firestorm 186
22 Seeing Red 201
23 Never Winter 223
24 Black Forest 228
25 Trickle Down 235
Part VI Backfire
26 Frontier Days 245
27 Defusing the Time Bomb 251
28 The Doce 266
29 Where the Desert Breeze Meets the Mountain Air 272
30 The Perfect Firestorm 275
31 Trigger Points 286
32 Nineteen 289
33 Blowback 296
Epilogue 310
Acknowledgments 317
Notes 321
Index 350