We're still going through all the wreckage of the Ocotillo Fire path today. Went out early and caught this blazing (sorry, couldn't resist) sunrise.
I hiked up and took a closer look at those magnificent, ancient saguaros on the ridge line (250-500 years old?) and some of them have been badly burned. I wonder if they will start collapsing in the next few days and weeks. Hope not.
The fire took so many unpredictable turns, probably based on the shifting winds which, according to the fire battalion chief below, were quite fickle, turning on a dime and going in a completely new direction. Of course it didn't help that the fire creates it's own wind drafts and shifts the flames around. Still, it is stunning to see when the fire adhered to a property line, like this:
The fire jumped numerous roads on it's path to the north of us, but it stopped dead at Rockaway Hills and veered off to the right where it took out a house on Cavaha Ranch before heading up that canyon towards the northeast.
These two gents paid me a visit yesterday.
John and I go back. Our kids went to school together growing up in Cave Creek. Dennis called in 100 pieces of equipment to fight the fire and he told me this fire was a career benchmark for many of the firefighters.
"They got one thing in common, they got the fire down below."
—Bob Seger, "Fire Down Below"