Fire on the Mountain
Burning Desires and Incendiary Thoughts
by Walt Anderson
Hot winds batter the landscape, sucking whatever moisture they can coax from desiccated plants. Record-breaking temperatures challenge the survival skills of wildlife, as they and we wait for the merciful monsoonal rains, should they come in a month. We wait and watch, knowing that the first plume of smoke to rise skyward could create a blazing inferno defying our feeble but expensive efforts to limit the damage.
And then it happens. June 18, 2013, starts out as a typical central Arizona early-summer day — vivid blue skies unlike one ever sees in humid coastal areas, stiff breezes to cool one off (or dry one out) as temperatures reach 90. After running morning errands, I return home for lunch. Out of the corner of my eye, I see what appear to be clouds — curious! And then there it is — that dreaded, rising column of multicolored smoke signaling a wildfire at the worst possible time of year. I drop everything and race out the door with my camera. This trumps everything else. (more…)