Pray For More Rain
In 2011 I was a multimedia journalist on staff at the Reporter-News in Abilene, Texas.
That was the year Texas burned.
More than 30,000 individual wildfires scorched more than 4,000,000 acres of land, nearly half of all the acreage that burned in the entire U.S. that year.
An ongoing drought coupled with strong winds, extremely high temperatures and low humidity — as well as an abundance of fuels from a previously wet winter — set the stage for the conflagration. At least 10 people were killed, more than 2,000 homes destroyed, and billions of dollars in infrastructure was damaged.
The Texas Forest Service, the front line coordinators for fighting the fires, set up their state-wide command post less than 20 miles from our town. From February through November I covered more than 30 wildfires and wildfire complexes (where fires join together), including some of the largest in the state. Even years later their names bring back sharp memories: Cooper Mountain Ranch, Possum Kingdom, Swenson, White Hat, Wildcat. Nearly 600,000 acres of ranch and wild grassland burned in my own backyard.
To help battle the numerous blazes across the Texas, firefighter came from all 50 states, the District of Columbia, Puerto Rico, the U.S. Virgin Islands and Canada. In all more than 16,500 personnel worked the fires, and the TFS reported deploying 244 bulldozers, 986 fire engines and 255 aircraft across the state. Planes and helicopters dropped more than 34,000,000 gallons of water and fire retardant in more than 10,000 drops.
Even though so many firefighters came to help, I covered a lot of volunteers. Sometimes these men and women would be up all night fighting a fire before heading home to take a shower and grab a bite around 6 a.m. They’d report to their job, and as soon as they punched out, they’d head back to the fire line. In one town I saw the mayor taking turns putting eyedrops in the eyes of folks who had been out in the smoke all afternoon.
Communities came together to provide food and water for the firefighters, and to provide for those who lost their homes or had to evacuate for safety. In the midst of the tragic losses, it was inspiring to see these people come together to support one another.
I learned so much that fire season. I remember getting a call from my editor while I was covering the circus in town. I was told to drop that and immediately head to Colorado City, about an hour to the west, where a huge fire was threatening homes.
I stayed out with the fire crews until about 2 a.m. before catching a few hours of sleep in a hotel that a local TV station had erroneously reported was on fire. I learned that you can’t tell a good story standing far away, across the street, in a safe spot.
I also learned that in the right fuel and wind conditions, a wildfire can consume up to a football field’s distance in about a minute. I learned to always have an exit strategy, to “battle from the black” (fire can’t burn an area that’s already been burned, or asphalt), to always be aware of which way the wind is blowing.
I gained such a huge admiration for the firefighters, the men and women who spent countless hours trying to keep people and property safe.
Thanks for taking a look.
All photographs © Greg Kendall-Ball / Abilene Reporter-News