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Thursday, March 8, 2018

The Pier Fire

Last summer the Pier Fire started just before the Labor Day Weekend in the Tule River Canyon east of Springville.  This is literally in my back yard. I was dispatched to serve on this fire, the first time I've been assigned to a fire literally threatening my home.

I live in front of Black Mountain, the big dark colored mountain dominating the back of the picture I posted here on 2/12/18.  The fire actually started in the bottom of the second canyon to the left, or to the north of the peak.  It ultimately burned across the entire face of the mountain. At the closest spot the western front of the fire was little more than one mile from my back door.

This was taken from my backyard, looking at the hill northeast of the house.  The smoke column is actually close to two miles from the house, but looked as if it were just behind the top of the ridge.  

Fire management publish daily maps showing the progression of the fire, where there remains line that is still burning (red), and where it is cold or at least contained (black).  On the middle-left of this map, look for "Div Z" outside the western perimeter of the fire.  The top-right corner of the letter Z is in my back yard.  That was too close for comfort.  Of course this map, published in the later days of the fire, shows the entire western perimeter, closest to my home, was all contained.  (whew)

On the map, northeast of my home,(up and right), there is a loop in the contained fire line.  The smoke column in the upper picture is burning very near the top of the loop.  That is very steep country, and the fire was burning rapidly uphill, creating a significant smoke column.

My responsibility on any fire is to support the efforts of Ground Support unit.  The drivers all congregate there, and park their trucks nearby. The trailer on the right is the air-conditioned office where the drivers wait until they are sent out on a run. The trucks of the assigned drivers are parked in a row in front of the office.

Many of the runs I was sent on, took me up Highway 190, in the bottom of the Tule River Canyon.  My route was usually not threatened by fire,  especially in the lower part of the road.  Further up however I went very close to the red segment on the northeast portion of the fire perimeter.  It wasn't particularly dangerous, but was often smoky.

Lower in the canyon, the fire burned fiercely, and went up the side of the canyon in a rush of flame and smoke. As fire burns uphill, it will be enhanced,  by the sides of small draws and gullies called a chimney.  When the rocks in the bottom of these areas are hit with the intense heat, they will sometimes chip off hand-sized layers of stone.  The surface of the boulder gets very hot, but the interior is still much cooler.  At some point a hand-sized chip will come off and leave a small light patch, surrounded by the blackened rock.

In this shot, there are several places where the rock has cast off varying sized chips of stone, leaving the boulder underneath a lighter color.  Anyplace you see light patches of stone, chips have popped off.  This rocky area got very hot, as you can see the large number of light spots.

Though the work of containing and putting out fires is serious, we aren't without our lighter side.  One such event was the different ways the big show-steer statue was used and adopted by various departments.  Our Fire Camp was at the Porterville Fair Grounds, where 4-H and FFA kids come every spring to show their project animals.  The Fair Board had purchased a plastic replica of a fat steer on wheels.  The firefighting community at Fire Camp wheeled the steer statue to their area, and made various signs and decorations to hang on him.

Ground Support got their licks in early.  This was one of the first of the "dressing up" of the steer.

Comms had to get into the act with their version.
And the Mobile Kitchen Unit got into the fun adding an apron and hair net which is required by all food workers. They recognized Gabe as an honorary chef, even making a comment on the bucket about "Eat mor chikin"

Wh8le the fire was burning, my wife and a neighbor put sprinklers on the perimeter of the hilltop, and would run them several times a day, in and effort to slow the fire, if it got that close.  She even had the car parked headed out, in case she had to make a run for it.

The face of Black Mountain being burned off to prevent the fire from coming farther west. Once this controlled burning occurred, the risk to my home was nearly eliminated, much to my wife's relief, and mine as well.
The Fire Management used a helicopter to light areas they want to burn off to control the spread of the fire  This aircraft has some very specialized equipment sitting in the doorway. I got a run to take lunches up to the crew operating that system.  After delivering their lunches I started asking questions, and got a tour of their operation

They drop a string of balls, slightly smaller than ping pong balls, containing glycol.  The balls go  through a machine that punches a hole in the ball, injects a chemical into the inside which reacts with the glycol within approximately thirty seconds.  When the chemical reaction occurs, the mixture ignites catching whatever is around it on fire.  They can be dropped from a couple hundred feet in the air, bouncing and falling until they end up on the ground, where they ignite the grass or brush there.

The square hopper at the top holds a supply of the balls with glycol inside.  The balls proceed down in four rows to the level of the four brown buttons on the front.  When the trigger is pulled to drop, four balls are injected at the same time, then dropped down the chute underneath to fall freely to the ground.  The helicopter can fly at ten to fifteen miles per hour, and drop approximately 150 balls per minute.  This will quickly light rough and rugged areas which would be dangerous or difficult for firefighters to hike in to light backfires.  

2 comments:

Annis Cassells said...

There's sure no lack of excitement up there. Even fun amid the crisis. Thank you. xoA

Foothill Writer said...

That kind of excitement where my home is threatened, I can do without. We had a lot of fun dressing up the plastic steer. He made the rounds of the various groups.