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FE4.7 - Phase Change
Episode 710th September 2022 • Future Ecologies • Future Ecologies
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A story of memory, ghosting, and fire: how we can change the place we call home, and how it too can change around us.

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Introduction Voiceover:

You are listening to Season Four of

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Future Ecologies.

Lincoln Kaye:

Ironside Lookout’s a goner: burnt to ash in an

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instantaneous explosion in last year’s River complex fire.

Lincoln Kaye:

As a U.S. Forest Service wildfire spotter, Ironside’s

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little glass cabin had been the subjective centre of my world

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for 12 years. That adds up to roughly a sixth of the Lookout’s

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eight decade lifespan and nearly the same percentage of my own

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age to date. Tenanting the cabin — and, even more so, coming to

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terms with its sudden extinction all these years later — has

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taught me plenty about memory, ghosting and phase change.

Mendel Skulski:

Welcome back. Mendel here, and today we have

Mendel Skulski:

something a little different for you. My friend and neighbour,

Mendel Skulski:

Lincoln Kaye, brings us a story about how we can change the

Mendel Skulski:

place we call home, and how it too can change around us.

Introduction Voiceover:

Broadcasting from the unceded, shared, and

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asserted territories of the Musqueam, Squamish, and

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Tsleil-Waututh, This is Future Ecologies: exploring the shape

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of our world through ecology, design and sound.

Lincoln Kaye:

Now in physics, given a sharp enough jump in

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temperature or pressure, a seemingly substantial solid – a

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forest, building or a road – can bypass the intermediate states

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of Phase Change, skipping liquefaction to “sublimate”, as

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they call it, straight into a gas. Wildfires can do the trick,

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much as they can force traumatized humans to elide the

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five fabled stages of grief.

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Such sublimations are triggered by a particular temp-to-pressure

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quotient, called “specific latent heat,” which is unique to

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each substance.

Lincoln Kaye:

My own unique specific latent trigger is jingoism. When it

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reaches a certain pitch, I just steam into a cloud of alienation

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and drift off into exile. That's how the silent majoritarianism

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of Nixon's 1970s and the dawning of Reagan's Morning in America

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propelled me right out of my native USA into decades of

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drifting around Asia.

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And there, I married a Taiwanese artist, raised three children,

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and covered half a dozen countries as a staff

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correspondent for a slick news weekly magazine. But then, when

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we were living in India around Y2K, the country erupted in

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mutual Hindu Muslim pogroms, and that was another jingoistic

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flection point for us.

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We were ready to try exile from our exile and head back to my

supposed homeland:

the US — specifically to northern most

supposed homeland:

California. And homey enough it seemed too, at least at first.

supposed homeland:

We settled into our one acre mountaintop homestead and busied

supposed homeland:

ourselves adding garden terraces, a goat barn, and a

supposed homeland:

paddock. Until 9/11 launched us all into the War on Terror

supposed homeland:

quagmire, and local teens started coming back to Trinity

supposed homeland:

County in body bags. By fall of 2004 when the W Bush war cabinet

supposed homeland:

looked set for reelection, my specific latent heat kicked in

supposed homeland:

again. Exile once more seemed a promising career option... but

supposed homeland:

maybe internal exile this time rather than abroad.

supposed homeland:

And in this brooding mood, I sublimated my way all the way up

supposed homeland:

the tallest peak I could see from my deck: a 7000 foot

supposed homeland:

Trinity Alp, looming over our county seat. I hardly expected

supposed homeland:

to find anyone living at the trail end summit, but there in a

supposed homeland:

regulation 14 by 14 foot glass-walled US Forest Service

supposed homeland:

fire lookout cabin, I ran into a shy local housewife that I'd

supposed homeland:

vaguely met before at the town library. Now though, she shed

supposed homeland:

her personal identity and reincarnated simply as Weaver

supposed homeland:

Bally, so named after the mountain itself. The same

supposed homeland:

dashing nomenclature applied to all the other lookouts in the

forest:

Bonanza King, Plumber Peak, Backbone, Hayfork Bally,

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Eagle Rock, Mad River, Horse Ridge, etc. Radio handles for

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mountain kings and queens with multi-thousand mile view pans of

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their own. And each of them wielded a BK two-way radio as

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scepter of office. Such dignities, Weaver Bally felt,

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more than amply compensated for the lookout's lowly GS-5 status

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at the bottom of the US Civil Service pay scale.

forest:

"Amazing enough isn't it to be paid anything at all just to sit

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here and look at scenery all day" she confided. "After all,

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that's what I'd be doing at home anyway for free."

forest:

"Pretty nice work if you can get it" I nodded.

forest:

"See that peak over there?" She pointed out Ironside mountain,

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west-northwest about 35 miles away as the turkey vulture

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flies. "That cabin is about to go begging" she said. "I bet you

forest:

could nail it, if you filed your online application real quick."

forest:

"But," she cautioned, "lookout work is not for everyone. Many

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are called, but few are chosen."

forest:

And just what she meant was brought home to me the very next

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day, when I drove the 63 twisty, semi-paved miles from my Trinity

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homestead up to Ironside for a look-see. The incumbent lookout

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there was already packing up to leave. She was fed up, and she

forest:

scoffed when I reported Weaver Bally's comment about being paid

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to admire the view. "Scenery, she calls it?! Gets to seem more

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like just wallpaper before long, or maybe tiling on an unpadded

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isolation cell. It'll drive you crazy for loneliness after a

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while. Unless of course, you're made to go in for that sort of

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thing..." She eyed me suspiciously.

forest:

Well, I guess I must be made that way. Right from the get go,

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Ironside's viewpan struck me as the most hypnotically dynamic

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wallpaper imaginable. A vista that would change color month by

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month. It could shroud itself in mists, or dazzle with frosts,

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blossom with ground fogs, festoon itself with rainbows,

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and sometimes crackle with lightning.

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As a US Forest Service fire lookout, my mission was to

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optically scan the full circuit of my 2000 square mile viewpan

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every quarter hour, and report any suspicious smokes, flares,

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Strange to think of that cabin as a goner now. It seemed so

forest:

lightning strikes or thunder heads. I'd peg such anomalies

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according to their estimated distance and azimuth on a 360º

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compass, as measured from the very center of a century old

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gunsight-like contraption called an Osborn Fire Finder, mounted

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on a pedestal in the middle of my 196 square foot tiny house.

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eternal atop its rock spire perch, at the craggy mile-high

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end stump of 170 million year old batholith. Its very

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dimensions projected an air of for square permanence, and it's

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breadth-to-height-to-pediment proportions, the lookout

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happened to replicate the sacred Golden Ratio quotients of the

forest:

Athenian Parthenon. I doubt though that that's what its

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make-work Civilian Conservation Corps contractors had in mind,

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back in the Great Depression of the early 1940s when they

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knocked the cabin together out of locally-milled Doug Fir

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lumber from the Shasta Trinity national forests.

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Still, Ironside persists in my mind as a temple of sorts.

forest:

Although over 25 road miles from my nearest neighbor, I never

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felt entirely alone there. The mountain seemed haunted, not

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just by the spirits of prior lookouts, but also by the

presence of the Chimariko:

its endemic Native American First

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Nation — now federally derecognized and allegedly

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extinct. Nevertheless, I'd still happen upon their moss-shagged

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ceremonial rings on my walks through the forest. Then too

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were the ghosts of three Chinese miners who died in a cataclysmic

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1890 mudslide that still scars Underwood mountain across the

presence of the Chimariko:

river. But by far the most charismatic mega-spook of the

presence of the Chimariko:

mountain had to be the elusive Sasquatch or Bigfoot: a gigantic

presence of the Chimariko:

proto-human akin to the Himalayan Yeti. On a plot map in

presence of the Chimariko:

the downriver Sasquatch museum, Ironside turns out to be the

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epicenter of reported Bigfoot sightings.

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Tree ghosts stalked the very forest itself! Truncated stumps

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of primordial firs and cedars loomed like colossal Easter

presence of the Chimariko:

Island heads grimacing amidst the swarm of second and third

presence of the Chimariko:

growth successor trees. And even some of these successors had

presence of the Chimariko:

already grown 100 foot crowns, festooned with ectoplasmic

presence of the Chimariko:

fringes of beard lichen that flailed restlessly in any wind.

presence of the Chimariko:

Enough to set my mind toying with notions of transience and

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timelessness.

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These thoughts were just idle conceits that first season.

presence of the Chimariko:

Before the real onrush of 21st century wildfires forced me to

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engage more earnestly with notions of ephemerality and

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ghost hood.

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Luckily, for a green horn like me, we didn't see a lot of fires

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late in the summer of 2004. And that left me with plenty of time

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in between horizon scans to pour over Geologic Survey sector

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maps. Learning to spot local landmarks, the better to situate

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reportable fire traffic locales. On some clear days, I got to

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play mirror tag with roving engine crews on distant peaks.

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The field teams would angle a signal glass so as to bounce a

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sunbeam straight at the lookout. I'd reciprocate with a mirror

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flash of my own.

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Quite a relief to point my mirror outward, rather than back

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at myself. My interlude of internal exile came at a stage

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when Ahloong, my bride of over 40 years, felt she could use

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about 63 miles of daylight between us. We'd communicate by

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flip phones, signal permitting, and reunite awkwardly on my

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fortnightly weekends. But even so, I was starting to feel a bit

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canceled and ghosted myself. Whenever I chanced a glance at

presence of the Chimariko:

the silvered side of my signal glass, the face that greeted me

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looked so spectral that I soon gave up shaving.

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The resulting gray beard plus my solitary mountaintop aerie might

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have lent me the superficial air of a hermit sage — at least in

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the eyes of one runaway teen who lived alone in the flats below,

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caretaking an isolated ranch. Now and then he'd crashed

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straight up the slope through thickets of poison oak, in the

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vain hope of ringing some life-affirming wisdom out of me.

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Not that I had much to offer him beyond a sympathetic ear. All

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the while nervously scanning the horizon for smokes.

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What few actual smokes I did see were mostly crowded into the

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60-odd degrees of my viewpan that encompassed the Hoopa

presence of the Chimariko:

Indian Reservation way to my West-by-Northwest. That sector

presence of the Chimariko:

of arc was notably different from the rest of the forest:

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taller evergreen profiles, but an airier scrim of tree trunks

presence of the Chimariko:

to filter the Western light. As viewed from Ironside, the rez

presence of the Chimariko:

was always the glowing heart of every sunset. They must be doing

presence of the Chimariko:

something right in there. But early on, I was advised

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(nevermind by whom) not to be too hasty about radioing in

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those fire starts. Odds were they were ad hoc controlled

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burns — deliberately torched by the tribal firefighters

presence of the Chimariko:

themselves according to immemorial Hoopa rites, rather

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than official Forest Service protocols. Such fires were

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technically arson, but so what? They were quickly quelled. The

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Hoopa were the best fire crews around: much prized by the US

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Forest Service on mutual aid firefights. And the ceremonies

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were presided over by tribal elders. So the spirits were

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propitiated, the forest curated, and everyone earned a little bit

presence of the Chimariko:

of overtime. Win win all the way around.

presence of the Chimariko:

So those first few seasons, I luxuriated in spectacular

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sunrises and sunsets, the ebb and flow of diurnal shadow, and

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the intricate clockwork of starscapes without any light

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pollution. As never before, I honed a gut feel for the

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procession of seasons and the Zodiac parade. Even asleep in

presence of the Chimariko:

bed at night, if I happen to half open my eyes, I'd like us

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not be rewarded with a spray of shooting stars. Just to live in

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a lookout tower around the clock was a priceless privilege.

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Well, not exactly priceless. California once had over 600

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fire towers. Less than 200 of them still stand, and barely a

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fifth of those are still staffed — a number that declines each

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year, as human lookouts are supplanted by satellite and

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aerial surveillance. Some of the unstaffed towers though, get

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rented out by cash-strapped firefighting agencies as

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upscaled honeymoon cottages and the like.

presence of the Chimariko:

My own honeymoon years seemed long gone that season. But I

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could at least console myself daily that I was augmenting my

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meager wage with several hundred dollar's worth of beauty every

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day. Other aesthetes after all, we're paying even bigger bucks

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for far lesser views. Sighting westwards down the Trinity River

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Gorge, I could see more and more multimillion dollar mansions

presence of the Chimariko:

further overloading the fire hazardous and increasingly

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yuppified urban-forest-interface. Various

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movie stars and hedge fund magnates were mentioned as

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possible tenants. So too were a few high-rolling pot lords who'd

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begun clearing and terracing some of the more accessible

presence of the Chimariko:

in-holding hillsides — to cash in on our incomparable Emerald

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Triangle terroir for the burgeoning medical marijuana

presence of the Chimariko:

industry. The lower Trinity gorge was starting to look like

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a nouveau riche chateau country.

presence of the Chimariko:

And there I sat, with the best vista of all — but not much of a

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chateau to match it.

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Living in such tight quarters, I had to quell my inner slob and

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keep everything shipshape. The cabin's tidy domestic

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arrangements came to take on the fixed predictability of cardinal

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viewpan landmarks in their own right: kitchen corner to the

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Southeast, with its propane stove and fridge; bed to the

presence of the Chimariko:

Southwest; desk, due West; solar-powered laptop, printer,

presence of the Chimariko:

two-way radio, and spotting scope, Northwest; chart library

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and bookshelf, due North; wine cellar and glassware, Northeast.

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Such a cozy layout could have turned me into a kind of hermit

crab:

practically fused into my borrowed integument. To get out

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of my shell, mitigate my sedentary day job, and try to

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salvage my marriage, I started scouring the mountaintop for

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little love tokens I could bring back to Ahloong on my homestead

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weekends. When we were first courting back in the 1970s, I

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used to offer her bangles and nose gays. Now, I drove home

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with truckloads of neatly bucked and split firewood, and bales of

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sun dried cow pies. I was allowed to harvest dead and down

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tree trunks along the lookout road — a crucial feedstock for

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the woodstove that was our only winter heat source. And while

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Ironside manure was not quite manna from heaven, it was sure

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top-grade organic poop — dropped by free range cattle that roamed

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the mountaintop under Forest Service lease. A mother lode of

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premium compost for our homestead garden beds.

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As the fire season edged from spring to summer, the longer

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days allowed me more daylight hours for this sort of foraging

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before and after my 8am to 6pm lookout shift. Untethering from

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the Osborne firefighter gave me a whole new, more fluid and

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intimate sense of Ironside. Freed from the long view of

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azimuth and star charts, I could zoom in on the mountain in

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sighting along the 24 inch length of my chainsaw bar,

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or even closer at the level of lilacs and mushrooms that

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cropped up around the cow pies, or the mealy bug colonies that

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swarmed for cover whenever I flipped over a nice, plush

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manure patty. I came to be on nodding terms with my free range

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bovine benefactors, as well as the local tribes of mule deer,

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ants, butterflies and beetles. Rattlesnakes, basking around my

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front doorstep, eyed me companionably, as though to

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signal that, unprovoked, they were no likelier to sink teeth

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into me than I'd be to chomp into them. Occasionally, I'd

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startle a black bear in a forest clearing. With a dyspeptic

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grunt, he'd just plomp back down in the meadow and calmly resume

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his blackberry feast.

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Human fauna too put in occasional cameo appearances on

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the mountain top.

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At the confluence of two rivers, Ironside is sacred to three

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federally recognized Indian tribes, who'd each crop up once

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per summer to ceremoniously chant and drum and picnic.

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They'd generously invite me to share their bologna sandwiches

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and even to take a turn with the talking stick. Forest Service

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engine crews would periodically show up to to replenish the

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lookouts' water tanks. Day tripping families brought their

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children to load up on Smokey Bear swag and play with the

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firefinder. Triathletes would now and then huff up the lookout

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road on BMX bikes. Once a hang gliding daredevil came to case

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out Ironside as a potential launchpad, but chickened out at

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the last moment. Forest Service botanists, entomologists,

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zoologists, and archaeologists happily shared their fascinating

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lore, when they'd drop by looking for endemic species and

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conservation worthy artifacts.

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Most welcome visitor of all, though, was Ahloong — when she'd

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impulsively drive the 120 mile round trip to surprise me with

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an impromptu conjugal visit on Ironside's jolly, jouncing,

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government-issue spring mattress. An unexpected dividend

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of lookout life! Maybe there was something, after all, to her

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couples therapy prescription of "daylight".

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Four idyllic fire seasons into the job, in the hopey-changey

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year of 2008, my internal exile was starting to feel almost

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embarrassingly comfortable. In early June, I opened up the

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lookout in a mood of giddy anticipation: sashaying the

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circuit of the wraparound deck to whirl my sling psychrometer

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like a kid on day one of summer camp

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Day one that year started like all Ironside workdays: with a

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set of weather observations, wind speed and direction, fuel

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moisture, wet bulb, dry bulb, relative humidity and dew point.

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But when I phoned these stats in to Brenda, the forest

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meteorologist, she promptly squelched my optimism.

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"Scary stuff" she said, "Numbers like that you don't ordinarily

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see until August or September, and this on top of the past

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three years of below normal rainfall."

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"But didn't we just last month get drenched by our first decent

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rain of the year?" I asked.

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"Yeah, sure. But it only lasted a couple of days and that too,

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on the heels of record heat and winds. If the trend goes on,

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that little cloudburst would only make for a bit more

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underbrush that are just dry out into an extra load of ground

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fire Tinder. We could be in for a wild ride."

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Within a few weeks, her fears were borne out. Over a three day

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period, June 20 to 23rd, a series of thunderstorms rolled

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on shore into the forest — strafing the bone dry underbrush

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with 1000s of lightning bolts. And not just in my immediate

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At each storm's crescendo, all of us mountain kings and queens

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were under orders not to touch our Osbornes, our radios, or

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even the cabin floor. Rather, we were to cower on glass insulated

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stools or bedsteads. St. Elmo's fire flickered intermittently on

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Ironside's wooden catwalk railings. As soon as the

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lightning strikes eased up for a moment, and we could climb down

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viewpan either, but all up and down the coast: from the Bay

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from our pearches, we were kept busy reporting spot fires and

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Area deep into Oregon. Over 5000 recorded strikes in just 33

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smokes so thick and fast that the forest headquarter

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hours as I was later to learn.

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dispatchers had to slow us down — to keep us from treading on

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each other's transmissions. Struggling to distinguish

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between fire start smokes versus canyon-hugging raindogs, I

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finally grasped the real import of the phrase "fog of war".

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And then a new volley of lightning would hit. By the end

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of the three-day lightning siege, the spot fires were

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already starting to merge into far-reaching, intractable

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blazes, as local fire crews raced to outpace them.

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When a conflagration grows too big or persistent, the

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firefighters can no longer be directed from local ranger

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stations or division headquarters. It's then

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proclaimed an "incident" or "complex", and it gets its own

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Incident Command Center or ICC, comprising an interagency team

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of federal, state, tribal, and private fire crews, with

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logistical support from independent contractors.

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Within days, I found myself boxed in on all four sides by

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such complexes. These merged fires, as it turned out, raged

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on all summer long, right up until the onset of autumn rains

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— eventually consuming over 500 square miles of my viewpan.

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Ironside lookout soon bristled with antennae, as each ICC

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communications team rushed to install its own radio repeater.

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Battling triple digit heat, double digit winds, and single

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digit humidity, hand crews and bulldozers raced to scratch

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containment lines around the blazes. Smoke jumpers parachuted

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into remote road-inaccessible fire starts. Helicopters scooped

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giant bladders full of water, called Bambi buckets, out of the

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rivers and lakes to quell the flames. Bomber planes doused the

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fires with more water, and with bright orange chemical

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retardants. But then fresh firebrands would loft right over

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the containment lines, and updrafts would fan fire straight

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up the gullies and canyons of the rugged terrain.

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These faraway fire runs cast a lurid light in the lookout as I

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stared up at my ceiling through insomniac nights. From my bed,

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I'd watch whole trees go up in flames in a matter of seconds,

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like incandescent lollipops on distant mountains.

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And then, suddenly, not so distant after all. Pretty soon,

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the slop over from the nearby Lime complex got too close for

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comfort — racing from the Trinity riverbed right up the

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buttresses of Ironside mountain itself. My battalion commander

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boss ordered me out of the lookout on just 30 minutes

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notice. Amidst torching trees, I threaded my way down the

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hairpins of the lookout road and spent the night camped out on

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the floor of the Big Bar ranger station.

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And even though I did manage to get back up Ironside before too

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long, my return turned out to be pointless. Barely a day later, a

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thermal inversion smothered all of Northern California and

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Southern Oregon in choking smoke. With planes and copters

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grounded, my eye in the sky blinded, and my escape route

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blocked by intermittent road closures, I was trapped in the

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lookout. In the stifling 100 degree heat, I couldn't even

detail:

open a window for fear of the corrosive air.

detail:

It took nearly a week for the smoke to thin out enough for me

detail:

to once more make out any of the landmark peaks out there in my

detail:

viewpan. And when I did, the spectacle was appalling. Whole

detail:

ridges burnt black. By now, through earlier foraging forays

detail:

on Ironside, I'd acquired an intimate sense of what I'd come

detail:

to think of as "my own mountain": an exquisitely

detail:

balanced symbiotic system, a self perpetuating universe of

detail:

intertwined life. But surely, each of these charred slopes a

detail:

dozen miles away must have been, just a month ago, an equally

detail:

exquisite and uniquely detailed mandala in its own right — and

detail:

now snuffed by some lightning strikes and gales of wind. Awe,

detail:

sorrow, and an almost religious sense of dread. Holy smokes

detail:

indeed.

detail:

But my mood of reverence solemnity soon gave way to a

detail:

kind of humdrum habitude as the public-private fire industrial

detail:

complex dug in for the long haul. For each duly designated

detail:

incident, an inter-agency ICC has sprung up practically

detail:

overnight. A mini city of tents and trailers, each with its own

detail:

streets, helipad, assembly hall, ER hospital, publicity agency,

detail:

print shop, mess hall, bath house mechanic shop, even a

detail:

prison wing for convict labor.

detail:

Commuting fortnightly between lookout and my homestead, I'd

detail:

drop by the Iron-Alps complex ICC to pick up the latest press

detail:

release, and maybe help myself to some of the boundless and

detail:

ubiquitous free doughnuts. The place was always bustling in the

detail:

morning as firefighters clocked in on regular shifts and marched

detail:

off to the blaze like assembly line workers to a factory floor.

detail:

Every two weeks would see a complete top to bottom turnover

detail:

of incident staff, so as to keep all units fresh. That way,

detail:

underpaid seasonal fire crews from all over the country would

detail:

get a chance to rack up a lot of extra overtime and reconnect

detail:

with old buddies from bygone incidents. Savvy engine captains

detail:

who knew how to play the system could look forward each year to

detail:

an exciting season of nationwide or even international fire

detail:

tourism.

detail:

Incidents were cropping up all over the US, stretching

detail:

resources way too thin. My Ironside viewpan, with its

detail:

rugged terrain and sparse settlement, was relatively low

detail:

priority compared to the populous urban-forest interfaces

detail:

of Southern California and the Central Valley. Still tens of

detail:

thousands of firefighters and millions of dollars of ordnance

detail:

cycled through the Iron-Alps complex over an unprecedentedly

detail:

long fire season. Some hand crews were flown in on charter

detail:

jets. Others drove in with their engines all the way from the

detail:

East Coast. Eventually, some units were even called up from

detail:

Australia and New Zealand, where the winter slack season

detail:

coincides with our summer fire storms.

detail:

In the name of privatisation, independent contractors also

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

running all ancillary services

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

from kitchens, to showers, to helicopters. Radio traffic

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

crackled with a babel of regional accents, including

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

strains of almost unintelligible 'strayan. Hawker stalls cropped

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

up around the ICC perimeters selling souvenirs, which lent

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

the little tent city something of a carnival air. Emblazoned on

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

T-shirts in gaudy manga hues, hastily commissioned tableaux

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

commemorated particulars of the Iron-Alps Complex: muscle bound

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

tree fallers squaring off against flaming snags,

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

helicopter escadrilles, hand crews rappelling down sheer

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

cliffs, yada yada yada... Seasoned firefighters boasted

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

closets full of such merch from past fires. I shelled out for an

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

overpriced T-shirt celebrating the 2008 "Summer of Smoke", with

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

a picture of a pack mule in a gas mask.

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

But the circus atmosphere gave way to a more somber tone

enjoyed a feeding frenzy:

:

towards the end of July, as fireline accidents claimed the

lives of two firefighters:

a teenage newbie and a veteran

lives of two firefighters:

Engine Captain. And then on August 3, just at the close of

lives of two firefighters:

my lookout shift, radio traffic suddenly went eerily quiet. It

lives of two firefighters:

was only days later, when the dispatcher declared a solemn

lives of two firefighters:

minute of morning that I finally learned what had happened: a

lives of two firefighters:

charter helicopter with a contract crew of firefighters

lives of two firefighters:

had lost altitude and crashed into a tree in route back to the

lives of two firefighters:

ICC, killing 13.

lives of two firefighters:

In that rare minute of radio silence, I took stock of how

lives of two firefighters:

drastically the fires had transformed my viewpan: on the

lives of two firefighters:

one hand, where black fire scars ran right up the Ironside flank

lives of two firefighters:

to within 100 feet of the lookout, new sprouts were

lives of two firefighters:

already showing spring green between the scorched trunks of

lives of two firefighters:

twisted Manzanitas. Yet at the same time, down below on Hoboken

lives of two firefighters:

flat, the Oak trees were already taking on their fall hues —

lives of two firefighters:

fully a month and a half earlier than usual. Presumably due to

lives of two firefighters:

the merciless dryness and the sun-blotting smoke poll. Early

lives of two firefighters:

onset autumn.

lives of two firefighters:

In this seasonal limbo, the 2008 fire season or Ironside lasted

lives of two firefighters:

all the way to Halloween. Unprecedentedly long at that

lives of two firefighters:

time, though such a duration would become routine in

lives of two firefighters:

succeeding years. Still, I stuck it out at the lookout for

lives of two firefighters:

several seasons more. Amassing my own modest collection of

commemorative T-shirts:

the Backbone and Coffin fires, the

commemorative T-shirts:

2011 Ruth fire, the Flat and Reading fires of 2012. But by

commemorative T-shirts:

the 2015 season, I could no longer bring myself to buy such

commemorative T-shirts:

souvenirs. Those dayglo T-shirt tints seemed all wrong. To my

commemorative T-shirts:

eye that year's River and Humboldt route complexes

commemorative T-shirts:

drained, rather than enhanced, the world's color.

commemorative T-shirts:

Before those mega fires, the season started off vividly

commemorative T-shirts:

enough. For openers, the Forest Service sent up a contract labor

commemorative T-shirts:

crew of chainsaw wizards, to clear overhanging limbs away

commemorative T-shirts:

from the shoulders of the lookout road. Latinos, mostly,

commemorative T-shirts:

and understandably reticent about their visa status when

commemorative T-shirts:

they turn up at the lookout after their work shift. They

commemorative T-shirts:

weren't coming up there for the pleasure of my company. Rather

commemorative T-shirts:

because the Ironside summit was the only place around where they

commemorative T-shirts:

could get cell coverage to phone home.

commemorative T-shirts:

Still, they were cheerful enough, and courteous, and the

commemorative T-shirts:

nightly conclaves took on something of a party air with

commemorative T-shirts:

singing and joking. I came to look forward to the Sundays when

commemorative T-shirts:

they cook up a kettle full of menudo on the lookout stove. But

commemorative T-shirts:

these fiesta colors started to fade, after a midseason

commemorative T-shirts:

lightning bust ignited fires that would soon merge into a

commemorative T-shirts:

month-long inferno.

commemorative T-shirts:

Those initial fires first presented themselves to me as an

commemorative T-shirts:

encroaching haze over JimJam ridge to the east, and Ziegler

commemorative T-shirts:

point to the west, respectively. By the time the two incidents

commemorative T-shirts:

were ready to converge right at Ironside, the sky was already

commemorative T-shirts:

blanched bone white. This go round at least, my evacuation

commemorative T-shirts:

wasn't quite so frantic. There was still time for an engine

commemorative T-shirts:

crew to come up and wrap the cabin in protective

commemorative T-shirts:

heat-deflecting mylar, in case the flames should crest the

commemorative T-shirts:

mountain and sweep right over the lookout. The scene was

surreal:

metallized plastic film covered "my" perfect little

surreal:

Parthenon of a cabin. The mylar mirrored the blank sky so

surreal:

perfectly as to render the building almost invisible,

surreal:

except for the firefighters in their bright yellow,

surreal:

fire-resistant Nomex uniforms — hanging mid air, as though

surreal:

suspended in the mirrored clouds, as they swarmed over the

surreal:

walls and roof to cinch down the shiny sheeting.

surreal:

And for my part, I was issued a personal fire shelter of the

same shiny sheeting:

a "shake and bake" in Forest Service

same shiny sheeting:

slang. In this cozy little cocoon, I could bundle up prone

same shiny sheeting:

on the ground with my face buried in a wet rag, as a last

same shiny sheeting:

ditch safety measure if trapped in the path of an onrushing

same shiny sheeting:

blaze. And with that, I was dispatched to my new temporary

same shiny sheeting:

posting for as long as the lookout stayed closed: Trail

same shiny sheeting:

Boss at one of the access points for far flung fire crews working

same shiny sheeting:

the front lines of the firefight.

same shiny sheeting:

Poised at the very end of the forests' remotest vehicle access

same shiny sheeting:

roads, such trailheads serve as supply depots, communication

same shiny sheeting:

nodes, and logistic hubs. At my trailhead, truck runs from the

same shiny sheeting:

ICC (some two or three hours away) would bring in everything

same shiny sheeting:

from saw gas to Mars bars. From there, every day, sometimes

same shiny sheeting:

twice a day, trains of pack mules would then thread their

same shiny sheeting:

way over 20-odd miles of torturous terrain, to bring

same shiny sheeting:

food, fuel, gear, and meds to the frontline crews. And as

same shiny sheeting:

trail boss, I got to sign in for these consignments, and keep an

same shiny sheeting:

eye on the growing piles of miscellaneous materiel. But my

same shiny sheeting:

main job was to act as concierge to a trio of muletteers: a

same shiny sheeting:

taciturn patriarch, a middle-aged varmint, and a

same shiny sheeting:

breezy teen. These "packers", as they were called in Forest

same shiny sheeting:

Service jargon, were a crucial last link in the supply chain to

same shiny sheeting:

the forward fired bases. They commanded top dollar too.

same shiny sheeting:

Calculating the value added at every step of the way. I worked

same shiny sheeting:

out that each bottle of Gatorade cost about $50 By the time it

same shiny sheeting:

reached the firebase. Nevertheless, the packers'

same shiny sheeting:

horsemanship, jack droving, hoof trimming, sawbuck saddle

same shiny sheeting:

balancing, and veterinary field medicine know-how were all

same shiny sheeting:

indispensable — so much so that the Forest Service has to

same shiny sheeting:

cossett them, in defiance of regulation, with special

rations:

coolers full of steaks ,and cases of beer. These were

rations:

invoiced respectively on the ICC manifests as "meals ready to

rations:

eat" or MREs, and "packer oil". It was up to me, as trail boss,

rations:

to have the packer oil well cooled in a nearby stream, and

rations:

the MREs grilled to a turn when the muletteers returned for

rations:

their supper around a charcoal pit.

rations:

In the ongoing smoky miasma, these campfires were ghostly,

rations:

sepia-toned occasions — like scenes from an early Western

rations:

talkie. True to that genre, dialogue was terse: in the

rations:

"Yep... Nope..." Gary Cooper mode. But even so, the nights

rations:

were long, and the topics far ranging. In attitude, all three

rations:

packer generations at the trailhead were as nostalgically

rations:

retrograde as their 19th century roadeo skill sets. They bemoaned

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

so uselessly conserved in forest

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

lands, only to go up in smoke at last in lightning fires like

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

these. And they scorned the human "scum", as they called

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

them, that they glimpsed along the trail — spitting choice

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

ethnic slurs for cartel workers from upland clandestine pot

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

farms, as well as even some hermetic PTSD war vets, all

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

fleeing the fires alongside the cougars, weasels, elk, deer,

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

bears, and skunks, escaping down to the riverbeds.

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

It was from these packers too, that I first took stock of

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

Donald Trump's launch into that year's Republican presidential

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

primary fray. I guess I tuned it out as just too implausible when

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

he descended his golden escalator, less than a month

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

earlier. But now, by firelight, I heard glowing recaps of

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

Trump's take on Mexican "rapists" and Asian "cheaters".

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

Could this be the savior of the (ironically migrant powered)

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

feudal order of the California ranch lands that these packers

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

called home? Could Trump, they dared hope, really make America

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

great again, along the lines of the 19th century Wild West

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

Frontier? I didn't stay around to find out.

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

This kind of American Greatness left me queasy when I thought of

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

my Ironside menudo fiestas, my Hmong neighbors at the

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

homestead, and my Muslim colleagues in my pre-lookout

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

days as a foreign correspondent. Now in this battered forest,

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

surrounded by wasteful mounds of surplus ordnance, it dawned on

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

me that internal exile might no longer be enough. 2015 was my

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

last full season at the lookout.

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

Our eldest daughter, unnerved by our rustication was pressing us

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

to migrate up to Canada to join her in Vancouver. Lest, in my

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

mountain top solitude, I'd somehow managed to behead myself

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

with a chainsaw and leave Ahloong a widow. By late

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

October, with the River fire officially declared contained,

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

we took the plunge and moved North. Our youngest daughter

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

stood ready to take over the homestead, there to deliver her

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

first son in a home birth a couple of years later. Her Hmong

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

neighbors were wonderfully supportive, even embroidering

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

beautiful papoose pouches for the baby. With the legalization

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

of recreational marijuana, Hmong had bought up more and more

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

property on our homestead hill — reconvening from their

the loss of harvestable timber:

:

hard-pressed and far-flung diaspora to resume their

immemorial livelihood:

raising drugs in mountains. No need

immemorial livelihood:

anymore for clandestine plantations on forest lands,

immemorial livelihood:

they could now overtly set themselves up in the Emerald

immemorial livelihood:

triangle as artisanal small holders. Wonderful, hard working

immemorial livelihood:

farmers they turned out to be too, with fine Asian family

immemorial livelihood:

values. Their children promptly emerged as valedictorians and

immemorial livelihood:

Prom queens in the local schools. But the Hmong influx

immemorial livelihood:

quickly tripled the cannabis micro farms on our hill. Such

immemorial livelihood:

startups can't always afford to be overly eco-conscious.

immemorial livelihood:

Irrigation sprinklers soon drained the water table, as most

immemorial livelihood:

of the remaining Oak and evergreen forests gave way to

immemorial livelihood:

terraced slopes, and soils doused with weed killers and

immemorial livelihood:

rodenticides.

immemorial livelihood:

And meanwhile, the droughts worsened, the fire seasons

immemorial livelihood:

lengthened, and the incidents swelled to magnitudes that would

immemorial livelihood:

have seemed unimaginable back in my Ironside tenure: a total of

immemorial livelihood:

nearly 1500 square miles in 2020; at least 1000 square miles

immemorial livelihood:

just last year. And the fires encroached ever closer to both

immemorial livelihood:

the homestead, and the lookout.

immemorial livelihood:

By last year, with biblical pillars of flame and smoke

immemorial livelihood:

lingering for weeks on the horizon, our garden beds coated

immemorial livelihood:

with ash, the air unbreathable and the well run dry, our

immemorial livelihood:

daughter and family evacuated to the coast and decided to stay

immemorial livelihood:

there.

immemorial livelihood:

On August 16, the Ironside cabin went up in a blaze. An amateur

immemorial livelihood:

astronomy buddy of ours from Burnt Ranch below, trained his

immemorial livelihood:

telescope on the mountain top and phoned us in Canada to

immemorial livelihood:

describe the instantaneous explosion of the propane tank

immemorial livelihood:

that proved the final coup de gras.

immemorial livelihood:

With Ironside gone, it's now time to ruefully let go of our

homestead:

to to stage it for sale, we've got to bland the

homestead:

place out — purging it of all of our accumulated eccentricities,

homestead:

so it looks as generically exurban as possible. Not much we

homestead:

can do about our already installed farragoes of ad hoc

home improvement:

the undulating 108 foot straw-bale garden

home improvement:

fence, the wonky solarium-cum-potting shed, the

home improvement:

koi pond, the goat barn, the rampart of stacked firewood. But

home improvement:

at least we could get rid of the mounds of salvage junk we'd

home improvement:

piled up for further, now never to be realized, whimsies is of

home improvement:

so-called vernacular architecture.

home improvement:

Early in the fall, rainy season, when burn permits are issued, we

home improvement:

paid one last call on Trinity County to clear out all our

home improvement:

salvaged and now redundant treasures. We took our time

home improvement:

driving down to treat ourselves to a romantic getaway. Much

home improvement:

needed after a year of pandemic curbs and family tensions. There

home improvement:

was an elegaic, septuagenarian feel to this umpteenth honeymoon

home improvement:

of ours. Our marriage is still as avid as ever for daylight,

home improvement:

but now as a light to be shared and leisurely cherished in the

home improvement:

autumnally gathering dusk.

home improvement:

Once we reached the homestead though, we quit lollygagging and

home improvement:

set ourselves to scouring the grounds for disposable flotsam.

home improvement:

After multiple dump runs to the county transfer site, whatever

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

yard trimmings, clapped out

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

furniture, salvaged door and window frames from that long

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

abandoned greenhouse project. Under brooding skies, we fed

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

blaze after blaze for most of a week. Ennervating work, but also

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

exhilarating in its way. We became, for once, proactive

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

agents of combustion, if only on a bonfire scale, after so many

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

years at the receiving end of mega burns beyond our control.

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

We stood by with garden hoses and sand buckets at the ready,

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

close enough to toast our eyelids. Oddly cathartic to feed

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

the flames. Item by item, everything we tossed onto the

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

pile was fleetingly recognizable, evoking an

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

evanescent memory of how it came into our lives, before it's

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

turned into undifferentiated embers and ash. Last to go, was

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

our piano. Took me all day with a screwdriver, monkey wrench,

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

splitting maul, and handsaw, to strip it down to its strung

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

steel frame. It burnt an eerie green. Varnish? Copper cladding

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

on the harp frame? I'd half expected a last climactic twang

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

of the melting strings, but instead, they just sagged.

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

No matter. It had been over a decade since any music had come

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

out of that instrument anyway. We never knew where it had

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

lived, whether in a whore house, or a choir loft, or a genteel

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

parlor, in the 100-odd years since it first came up here,

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

presumably by mule train. But by the time we found it, abandoned

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

on a backwoods roadside with a "free" sign propped on its

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

keyboard, that piano was unplayable, held together solely

was left had to go up in smoke:

:

by the rust. In our basement, it came to house a dynasty of

Western jumping mice:

a mouse pup nursery at the treble end,

Western jumping mice:

and a well used murine latrine down in the bass registers. A

Western jumping mice:

pity, admittedly, to torch this ancestral family mansion. But

Western jumping mice:

why beat oneself up about it? Ahloong and I had surprised

Western jumping mice:

ourselves with our equanimity about incinerating this mouse

Western jumping mice:

house, just as we had with our shrug off of the news of

Western jumping mice:

Ironside lookout's demise. We felt ourselves wrapped in a kind

of emotional mylar:

blankly reflective.

of emotional mylar:

Wasn't each event, after all, just one more unsentimental

of emotional mylar:

iteration of phase change? Taking the long view, longer

of emotional mylar:

than any lookout azimuth, isn't the whole of creation just a

deep time ramification:

from ethereal big bang stardust; to

deep time ramification:

galactic sunlight; to the panoply of elements and

deep time ramification:

compounds; the solid state logs and cabinetry and glass and

deep time ramification:

metal hardware of the lookout; the tight-wound copper of harp

deep time ramification:

strings; or the shaking, baking flesh and blood of all of us

deep time ramification:

transient tenants; And now, the gaseous burst of the lookout's

deep time ramification:

climactic blowout; and the flickering green of this piano

deep time ramification:

pyre — mere phase change, all of it.

deep time ramification:

And wouldn't the same karmic shrug apply equally to the

deep time ramification:

gathering pace of multi-thousand acre conflagrations from one

deep time ramification:

fire season to the next — just phase change on a grander scale,

deep time ramification:

is all. Or so we convinced ourselves, as our piano sighed

deep time ramification:

its last. Was that nihilism or realism? Or just a figment of

deep time ramification:

our sheer physical and mental exhaustion after a week of burn

deep time ramification:

piles?

deep time ramification:

Raking up the flames in the gathering dusk, we felt

deep time ramification:

ourselves as auxiliary agents of entropy — sort of the opposite

deep time ramification:

of Maxwell's devils. Not that this made us exactly any sort of

deep time ramification:

angels, either. More like... ghosts. All the more so, as the

deep time ramification:

twilight drizzle was just now phase changing into frost, soggy

deep time ramification:

snow was starting to stick on our garden fence and orchard,

deep time ramification:

just limning the shingles and tree branches — lending an

deep time ramification:

almost ectoplasmic air to the whole homestead. And hadn't we

deep time ramification:

just finished a week of parsing our little acre in detail:

deep time ramification:

laminating decades of layered memories from every cranny

deep time ramification:

before consigning their tangible tokens to the flames. So that

deep time ramification:

now all those memories were, in a sense, disembodied: existing

deep time ramification:

only in the charged and waning daylight between the two of us.

deep time ramification:

And we ourselves would be disembodied soon enough. Kind of

deep time ramification:

a privilege, though, to experience even a fleeting

deep time ramification:

intimation of ghosthood without having to actually die quite

deep time ramification:

yet. And if individual humans can do that, can whole forests,

deep time ramification:

or species, or planetary epochs haunts themselves with a karmic

deep time ramification:

shrug? Heedlessly and ceaselessly anyway, phase change

deep time ramification:

goes on.

Mendel Skulski:

This episode was written and read by Lincoln

Mendel Skulski:

Kaye, and was produced by me, Mendel Skulski, with help from

Mendel Skulski:

Adam Huggins.

Mendel Skulski:

Another version of this story can be found, along with many

Mendel Skulski:

others, in the pages of Fire Season II, out now at

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fireseason.org.

Mendel Skulski:

Music in this episode was produced by Tomoko Sauvage,

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Benjamin Kilchhofer, Modern Biology, Christina Vantzou,

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Michael Harrison, John Also Bennett, Kanahuaxtli, and

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Thumbug

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Future ecologies is an independent production, and is

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Special thanks to Hsu Mei-Lang, to Brandon Hocura at Séance

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Centre records, to the Sitka Foundation for supporting our

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4th Season, and to Liz, Amory, and all the Fire Season

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contributors for 2 beautiful publications.

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