A journalist observes life in the far north.
I got the map at a community meeting, where I also learned some good news. Winds this weekend will be light.
There’s bad news too. My house will be downwind from the fire.
Still, three hills stand between my neighborhood and the blaze, acting as a kind of natural barrier.
At the start of the meeting, which was packed and had to be moved to a soccer field, they did a lot of describing who was who among the government workers. Someone from the audience yelled, “I don’t mean to be rude, but can you talk about the fire?”
They got down to business.
It’s anyone’s guess what the fire will do, they said, but they are gaining ground while it rains. The temperatures will rise, they think. Homeowners would be wise to thin the forest near their houses.
Finally, if they call for evacuations, don’t dilly-dally, they advised.
Earlier, I made my daily drive to the top of the dome to check for fire activity. I bumped into a mid-level-manager type who mentioned the possibility of escorting me closer for pictures.