Lightning streaked across the sky and was followed instantly by an explosion of thunder, telling me that the thunderstorm was somewhere right above us. It was unsettling, but there wasn’t time to worry about it. I didn’t see any sort of flash hit the ground but had to wonder if there was one up there, wherever it was that lightning came from, that had one of our names written on it. The wind kept blowing relentlessly and the constant gusting made the whole situation seem all the more chaotic. But, where’s the rain, I thought? The Tarryall Mountains needed it. A real downpour might put an end to the monstrous Hayman Fire as well as whatever the smaller thing was that was visibly burning above us on the mountainside.
After weeks of focusing on wildfire, we were all a little on edge. I mysteriously awakened in the middle of the night to look out of my upstairs camp lodge window and see a small fire burning high up on a hill across the valley. For a moment, I did nothing, then a rush of adrenaline poured through my body, and I jumped up, ready to attack. There was no time for thought or hesitation- it plainly just needed to be dealt with right then and there.
There were 8 or 10 others, fast asleep around the base camp that night. All sprang into action when we realized what was going on. Some stayed back to call 911 and handle the phones, we positioned others along the way with radios to relay info, and the rest of us headed on up toward the fire with fire extinguishers, shovels, and axes as if any of us knew what to do in such a situation.
We did know for a fact that the fire was up there, even though we couldn’t see or smell it. It’d been quite visible from our vantage point in the lodge across the valley, but as we got closer to it, it wasn’t so much. We clung to the idea that as we got higher, it would just appear. So, we did just that, and hiked toward it into the storm and darkness, expecting to see it with every small ridge that we crested.
My heart pounded, and my lungs began to burn the further we climbed. Lightning kept flashing, but the time between strike and thunder kept increasing, telling me that it was getting further away. The wind was more than just a gentle breeze and provided welcomed relief from the increasing body heat that I was generating, as we kept hurrying and gaining elevation.
We had a sense of what direction to go in, but clouds completely blocked out the moon, making it darker than dark. Our headlamps lit up the world immediately around us but did little on a larger scale. Initially, there were trees, vines, and bushes everywhere, making the going tough, but eventually, we moved up into more open Ponderosa Pine forest. We crested ridge after ridge, each time anticipating seeing it, but instead, we were repeatedly greeted by more darkness.
And then, it happened. After almost 30 minutes of steady climbing, we topped a ridge and saw a tree on fire, some 50 yards out in front of us. It must’ve been caused by a lightning strike we all agreed, although at the time that part of it didn’t really matter.
We attacked. On the bright side, literally, the flames were lighting up our workspace. Some of the tree’s limbs were actually on fire, but the whole thing was not. The fire extinguishers we’d carried up shot out only so far, but thankfully far enough to reach what was actually on fire. I’m not sure what we would’ve done if the upper limbs had been on fire. I guess we’ll never know. We had an ax and hacked off a couple of the lower branches that had continued smoldering and then used shovels to scrape down areas that were still burning. Some of the perimeter brush was beginning to catch on fire, but thankfully the area around the tree was mostly composed of rock, dirt, and only scattered grass and it wasn’t spreading.
Adrenaline kept rushing through our bodies as we worked, with the vision of the entire mountainside going up in out of control flame continually streaking through our minds. After a while, darkness began returning, as we put the fire out. When it finally got dark enough, we could see stars and only distant flashes of lightning that were, by that point, terrifying someone else.
We all shined our headlamps around the area, looking for any signs of fire. At first, there’d been plenty, but now there were none. A fresh northerly breeze reminded us that it was the middle of the almost alpine night. We were soaked with sweat and knew that it wouldn’t take long to begin to get cold. With nothing else to do regarding the fire, we loaded up what tools we could manage and headed back, and for the rest of that night at least there would be no more trees burning in our part of the Tarryall Mountains.