I was raised as a city
girl, smack dab in the suburbs of Los Angeles, so my first-hand experience with
wildfire is embarrassingly (fortunately?) limited. However, given the drought
and the desert-like climate in the Los Angeles Basin, wildfire is not
completely unfamiliar to Southern California residents. The closest
experience to wildfire that I had was in October of 2005, when the Verdugo
Hills, hardly two miles from my house, were ablaze for several days, leaving
the San Bernadino Valley, where my family lived, engulfed in smoke for 2 weeks. It's not hard to
understand likelihood of a wildfire in this part of the state, given the
flammability of the grassy foliage from the lack of rain, particularly after a
long, hot, and absolutely dry summer. Summer heat lasts well into and sometimes
past the month of September, and the topography ans slope of the Verdugo Hills made
conditions for quickly spreading fire even more ripe for. The most vivid memory I have regarding this
event was sitting on the street corner outside my house and seeing the flames silhouetting
the side of the hills while the smoke funneled out in a swirly current down to our homes. Below is a shot of the fire, likely taken from or near the Griffith Park Observatory, one of the highest lookout points over Hollywood and the city of Los Angeles.
Nice post Heather! I can relate to your memory of the flames and silhouettes against the smoke. We’ve had 2 fires in my home town over consecutive summers. Both times it felt like we were in the filming for a Hollywood blockbuster. The smoke consumed the sky. When nightfall hit, the city lit up like it had an orange neon light shining on it. It was the light of the flames reflecting off the smoke dome. Those type of experiences certainly stick in your head. They’re a bit eerie.
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