My family has been in this area of California since the 1850s. We have always been aware of the fire danger in this area, and have grazed our cattle accordingly. Our cattle spend the winter in the Sacramento Valley, enjoying the rains and lush native grasses. By May, our cattle move to their summer pastures high in the Sierra Nevada, typically safe from fire. By letting our cattle graze the grassland in the foothills of the valley, we reduce the fire load for the fire season. This method mimics the patterns of native grazers in the area, who had adapted to fire season long before our family even thought about colonizing here.
Over the past five years, things have shifted noticeably. Our summer grazing season is longer and hotter. Fire has shifted from a background threat to a constant fear, from an “if” to a “when.” It seems like no matter how much our animals graze, no matter how much defensible space our communities create, these fires continue to grow extreme in both size and behavior. They act like nothing we have seen before. The disasters deal significant financial losses — the Camp Fire cost an estimated $16.5 billion. The emotional scars are harder to measure.
The first time I was forced to evacuate from a wind-driven fire, it was a primal experience. I had mere minutes in the dark, cinder-filled night to wake my family and grab possessions and documents that are essential to modern life. As a livestock owner I had to make split-second decisions about which terrified animals I thought I might be able to save, by loading into my stock trailer and taking them with me. Leaving behind animals I have dedicated my life to raising is a feeling from which I will never recover.
I was better prepared for the second evacuation and had more time, but the trauma from surviving a fire — a whisper over a year earlier — never left me. I knew what to expect: the damage, the profound loss. And yet reliving the nightmare again stirred up such strong emotions, that after I evacuated all I could do was cry and vomit.
The damage from the Cherokee fire totaled just under $4 million to our family ranch; we have yet to recover from it. The Camp Fire leveled communities and incinerated the infrastructure of the Miocene Canal, also a part of our ranch. This 25-mile-long canal served not only as a water source for farmers, ranchers and fire suppression — it served as an essential fire break. Without it, smaller fires have already burned ranches along its banks, exacerbating an already highly dangerous situation.
We are in the middle of fire season. The North Complex fire, the one threatening my home, encompasses over 264,000 acres as of this writing, burning many small communities down to scrap metal. Dry fuel, high winds and low humidity basically create a tinderbox in California. We cannot escape from the toxic, unbreathable air. Ash and grit coat our skin, hair and clothes. Going outside feels like being on another planet.
As we pack and flee from our homes yet again, my fear is mixed with frustration. My congressman, Rep. Doug LaMalfa (R), prides himself on standing up for the rural lifestyle and ran on campaign promises of “jobs, water, liberty” — but the Miocene is bone dry, and yet another fire rages in his district. LaMalfa continues to propose policies such as the Emergency Wildfire and Forest Management Act, consistently supported by the logging industry and opposed by environmental groups. He does not believe in man-made climate change. Disturbingly, he’s just part of a larger pattern of putting business interests before our environment, and refusing to address our planet’s crisis — a pattern reaching all the way to President Trump’s withdrawing the United States from the Paris agreement.
Californians are deeply scarred from the fires that have ravaged our home state. We live with the knowledge that every year will bring more fire, that we will be forced to continue to breathe the ashes of our homes — and that nothing will change until we get leadership willing to put their communities ahead of their careers. As we try to prepare for more “unprecedented” fires, steeling ourselves to assess the season’s destruction and start yet another incomplete recovery, the inaction from our elected officials only puts more human and animal lives at risk, and adds to our heartbreak.