Fire on the Tundra

Ash falling along the road to Eagle Summit, June 2004

Fire!

Back on the road, we faced smoke again, and ash, ash everywhere. The fire was closer but the pilot car was gone. Was this good or bad? Did they think it was safe now or had they escaped? We feared the latter.

We drove through pockets of smoke and watched the ash turn our car gray. On our right, fire lit up tree tops only a few hundred yards away. On the ground, it consumed dry grass and brush as it crawled slowly but steadily closer to the road. In places it was already climbing the last incline to the road. On our left, we could see fire in more distant treetops. I begged to stop and take photos. When would I ever have a chance like this again?

ground fire

But our driver wasn't stopping. With a car full of family, he drove with white knuckles and a deaf ear. He whipped by photo op after photo op, slowing down only a little to let me take photos of especially spectacular scenes from my open window. I finally closed the window, but it was too late; the car smelled of smoke for weeks!

fire near the road

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