Ok this is me, sorry the image is not too clear but as you can see from behind me we are in a very interesting place. It's the Northfork Fire in YellowStone National Park in 1988. The gyser behind me is the one just West of Old Faithful. This one goes off for about an hour when it goes off. The fire in this part of the Park was very bad and luckily the fire came over the hill and was stopped at our lines at the base of the hill. There were spot fires everywhere because of the high winds generated by the fire, but with all the equipment and manpower there, it was stopped. The Yellowstone fire in 1988 had around 95% of the nations firefighters in Yellowstone to fight the fire. That summer is referred to as the Sizzling Summer of 88. I arrived in Yellowstone in August and finally left October 8th due to the fact that College had already started and I couldn't miss anymore school. Besides I had enough of the outdoors for one year. Waking up with snow all over my sleeping bag meant it was time to go. Fighting fire at night was my favorite, other than using a drip torch to set backfires for taking the fuel away from the on coming fire. Give me 15 gallons of driptorch fuel and a driptorch and watch me go. This is a Painting that I found on one of the sites about Yellowstone, Pretty cool huh!!!!!!! This is me doing some rehab work after the main push of the fire was contained. We had to cover up all of the fire trails and the obsidian rock, I guess it had something to do with the thermal layer. I took this picture when we stopped for a smoke brake on our way home from the fire the first time. We were only allowed 14 days per crew and were sent home to get some rest. But I would just stay at the fire hall and get on the next crew dispatched back to the fire. This last picture I took was at the North Fork fire we were spiked out at Shoshoney Lake. There was a hill that we had to climb to get to this area that we all called Heartbreak Ridge because it was very steep and high. It killed your legs going up it and after a long day of mopping up it killed your legs going back down.
Ok this is me, sorry the image is not too clear but as you can see from behind me we are in a very interesting place. It's the Northfork Fire in YellowStone National Park in 1988. The gyser behind me is the one just West of Old Faithful. This one goes off for about an hour when it goes off. The fire in this part of the Park was very bad and luckily the fire came over the hill and was stopped at our lines at the base of the hill. There were spot fires everywhere because of the high winds generated by the fire, but with all the equipment and manpower there, it was stopped.
The Yellowstone fire in 1988 had around 95% of the nations firefighters in Yellowstone to fight the fire. That summer is referred to as the Sizzling Summer of 88. I arrived in Yellowstone in August and finally left October 8th due to the fact that College had already started and I couldn't miss anymore school. Besides I had enough of the outdoors for one year. Waking up with snow all over my sleeping bag meant it was time to go.
Fighting fire at night was my favorite, other than using a drip torch to set backfires for taking the fuel away from the on coming fire. Give me 15 gallons of driptorch fuel and a driptorch and watch me go.
This is a Painting that I found on one of the sites about Yellowstone, Pretty cool huh!!!!!!!
This is me doing some rehab work after the main push of the fire was contained. We had to cover up all of the fire trails and the obsidian rock, I guess it had something to do with the thermal layer.
I took this picture when we stopped for a smoke brake on our way home from the fire the first time. We were only allowed 14 days per crew and were sent home to get some rest. But I would just stay at the fire hall and get on the next crew dispatched back to the fire.
This last picture I took was at the North Fork fire we were spiked out at Shoshoney Lake. There was a hill that we had to climb to get to this area that we all called Heartbreak Ridge because it was very steep and high. It killed your legs going up it and after a long day of mopping up it killed your legs going back down.
