{"id":27195,"date":"2025-06-22T21:58:25","date_gmt":"2025-06-23T03:58:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=27195"},"modified":"2025-06-23T10:54:14","modified_gmt":"2025-06-23T16:54:14","slug":"vacation-from-wildfire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=27195","title":{"rendered":"Vacation From Wildfire"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Yes, I realize that on the national and global scale, the news is terrifying. But in remote southwest New Mexico, we have worries that may never make the national, let alone the global, news \u2013 and we hope to keep it that way.<\/p>\n

During the nineteen years I’ve lived here, we’ve had three large wildfires in the mountains just north of town, which rise to 9,000 feet in elevation and are covered with mixed conifer forest dominated by ponderosa pine and Douglas-fir. Strangely, the fires have been separated by exactly five years: in 2015, 2020, and now 2025. Each fire has started within fifteen miles of my home, growing to consume habitat I hike regularly, destroying places that are special to me.<\/p>\n

But the fire that started just over a week ago has become by far the biggest \u2013 and in fact, the most dangerous in the entire country during this period. Firefighters and equipment have been moved in from all over the U.S. Thousands of people have been evacuated from nearby rural communities. In town, we’ve watched the apocalyptic smoke column towering above our skyline, the helicopters and jet tankers shuttling back and forth from the Forest Service fire station at our county airport. Our phones have buzzed with evacuation alerts, and the latest evacuation zone was created only two miles from my mom’s assisted living facility. The fire’s most active front is burning toward town in fire-adapted forest that has never burned within historic times, and is currently the driest vegetation in the U.S.<\/p>\n

\"Smoke <\/a>
Smoke from edge of town, 3 days after start of fire <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Fire <\/a>
Fire was initially blown eastward, toward this rural community which was soon evacuated <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Calling my mom’s privately-owned facility to ask about their evacuation plan, I was told by the owner that they don’t have one \u2013 families are responsible for moving their loved ones to safety. Slowed by my knee-immobilizer brace, I made a rough inventory of valuables in my house, and shifted empty boxes up from the basement to carry irreplaceable documents and artwork.<\/p>\n

With the “incident team” growing to over 1,400 people, the fire still showed zero containment after the first week. But on Friday, they finally claimed 11 percent containment, and the incident commander said that they’d bulldozed lines around the entire perimeter and were planning to restore power and begin allowing some of the evacuated back to their homes. They described a huge effort to protect structures throughout the vast area, and continued to claim that no structures had been damaged.<\/p>\n

Friday afternoon, I drove my mom to the edge of town to see the smoke column. I figured, and hoped, that she might never have the chance to see something like this again. I wouldn’t have considered showing it to her a few weeks earlier, but her chronic anxiety has subsided, and she appreciated the opportunity to experience this awesome vision of nature’s power.<\/p>\n

\"Smoke <\/a>
Smoke column above town, a week after start of fire <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Throughout the week, I followed the fire’s advance online \u2013 hour by hour \u2013 via several apps, discussed it with neighbors, and attended community meetings. By the following weekend, the danger was reduced, but the fire was now burning through some of my favorite places, destroying more of our last remaining old-growth alpine habitat. I was a wreck.<\/p>\n

There was a place northwest of town where I’d always wanted to picnic or camp, a ledge in ponderosa forest atop a ridge a thousand feet tall, overlooking the north end of our wilderness. I’d just learned that a brew pub had recently opened in the village nearby. Unlike the two existing restaurants, it stayed open Sunday evenings, and I wanted to check it out.<\/p>\n

I arrived at noon and was the third customer. The owner, a big bearded guy, latched on to me and told me his story. I was shocked to discover he had ten beers on tap, but only one was an ale. Every other craft beer joint \u2013 and I’ve been in hundreds \u2013 carries an equal number of ales and lagers. His explanation was that he’s burnt out on ales, implying that what the customers want is irrelevant.<\/p>\n

But it got worse. He said his menu consists of Italian dishes \u2013 rather than pub favorites or Mexican food (which the village lacks and needs). Not because he’s Italian (he’s not), but because nobody else here serves Italian food. Such is colonial culture on Turtle Island.<\/p>\n

I had a salad, it was bland, and with no ales on offer, I won’t be returning.<\/p>\n

\"My <\/a>
My destination is atop rim, left of center <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Rim <\/a>
Rim is 1,000′ above basin <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

My destination is a short drive up a dirt forest road from a pass on a remote stretch of highway \u2013 there’s no signage, and even after studying the map you’d never know it was there. With a high of 85 in town, up there at 8,300 feet it was in the 70s and breezy.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_9265Pano\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Bumblebee <\/a>
Bumblebee flew in car as I was unloading <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching rim <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Looking <\/a>
Looking south toward our high mountains on horizon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I unfolded my camp chair in a patch of shade on the rim and drank ice water out of my mini-cooler for a couple of hours. With the aid of field glasses and a BLM topo map, I challenged myself to identify all the peaks on the horizon, while admiring the occasional passing butterfly.<\/p>\n

\"Panorama <\/a>
Panorama south over rim <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Panorama <\/a>
Panorama east <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"My <\/a>
My spot on the rim (knee brace lowered) <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

On the drive back, I mentally compared the pub owner with a motel owner in an alpine resort an hour further northwest. She runs scent diffusers in all the rooms, despite visitor complaints, because she likes the smell and doesn’t care what customers want. This is what you get off the beaten path \u2013 eccentrically selfish business owners.<\/p>\n

I wasn’t looking forward to the return to town, where I would get the day’s first view of the current fire. It’s burning down an outlying finger of the crest of the range, about nine miles from the center of town now and still approaching. The forest ahead of it is what I was describing earlier – unburned in historical memory, and drier than anyplace else in the U.S. It’s also roadless, so it can only be fought with air drops, which are only marginally effective.<\/p>\n

We’re expecting monsoon rain this week, but thunderstorms include outflow winds which could push the fire in new directions.<\/p>\n

\"On <\/a>
On the way back, past our high mountains that burned in 2012 <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Approaching <\/a>
Approaching town <\/div> <\/div>
\"First <\/a>
First time fire has crossed ridge toward town <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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