130 Years After The Fire

At the end of June in 1890, massive low forest fires were burning up the mountains north of Santa Fe.

Spokane Falls Daily Chronicle – Google News Archive Search

This is what the burn area looked like on Father’s Day 2019. The world’s tallest aspen groves are located here, thanks to the fires of the 1890s.


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6 Responses to 130 Years After The Fire

  1. Lance says:

    People forget about how important fires are to a forest….instead, they build their homes in the forest….I’ll let you guess what happens…..

  2. Psalmon says:

    I read an article that said Snowbird in Utah was open still on weekends.

    Here is what Little Cloud Basin looks like on June 18. Not just snow, but according to their mountain report they have 75″ of snow on the ground still.

    Snowbird received 711″ of snow this year…just under SIXTY FEET.

  3. Bill says:

    Then there was the time Mark Twain set fire to Lake Tahoe (about 1865):

    “By and by our provisions began to run short, and we went back to the old camp and laid in a new supply. We were gone all day, and reached home again about night-fall, pretty tired and hungry. While Johnny was carrying the main bulk of the provisions up to our “house” for future use, I took the loaf of bread, some slices of bacon, and the coffee-pot, ashore, set them down by a tree, lit a fire, and went back to the boat to get the frying-pan. While I was at this, I heard a shout from Johnny, and looking up I saw that my fire was galloping all over the premises! Johnny was on the other side of it. He had to run through the flames to get to the lake shore, and then we stood helpless and watched the devastation.

    “The ground was deeply carpeted with dry pine-needles, and the fire touched them off as if they were gunpowder. It was wonderful to see with what fierce speed the tall sheet of flame traveled! My coffee-pot was gone, and everything with it. In a minute and a half the fire seized upon a dense growth of dry manzanita chapparal six or eight feet high, and then the roaring and popping and crackling was something terrific. We were driven to the boat by the intense heat, and there we remained, spell-bound.

    “Within half an hour all before us was a tossing, blinding tempest of flame! It went surging up adjacent ridges—surmounted them and disappeared in the canons beyond—burst into view upon higher and farther ridges, presently—shed a grander illumination abroad, and dove again—flamed out again, directly, higher and still higher up the mountain-side- -threw out skirmishing parties of fire here and there, and sent them trailing their crimson spirals away among remote ramparts and ribs and gorges, till as far as the eye could reach the lofty mountain-fronts were webbed as it were with a tangled network of red lava streams. Away across the water the crags and domes were lit with a ruddy glare, and the firmament above was a reflected hell!

    “Every feature of the spectacle was repeated in the glowing mirror of the lake! Both pictures were sublime, both were beautiful; but that in the lake had a bewildering richness about it that enchanted the eye and held it with the stronger fascination.
    We sat absorbed and motionless through four long hours.”

    Roughing It, Mark Twain (published 1872)

    150 years later, it seems to have recovered.

    • R Shearer says:

      Quite an arsonists confession, probably none better.

    • Caleb Shaw says:

      As I recall, all their shelter and provisions were burned up. “Change of plans.”

      I really liked that book. It showed me you can suffer some amazing ups and downs, including moving from riches to rags, and still keep bouncing back.

  4. jack b :-) says:

    God’s country.

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