![]() ![]() ![]() At those speeds, you can’t defeat the fires, either - even with Cal Fire’s $2.5 billion annual budget its hundreds of fire engines its air force, 50 units strong its army of thousands of professionals, thousands of volunteers, and 1,500 furloughed inmates drafted into the state’s annual war on wildfire and paid as little as $1 an hour. You can’t outdrive flames carried by winds traveling 60 miles per hour straddling highways that had looked, moments before, like escape routes. You can’t outrun a wildfire burning at full speed some grow an acre a second, some three times faster still. The same resident of Inglewood or West Hollywood or Culver City who might once have looked up from his driveway to see the same smoke plume suspended above the city’s flatlands or driven past the same flickering flames along the 405 and thought, California, now sees them and thinks, Climate change. But in a time of environmental panic, last year’s fires played more like a portent of something new, even an End of Days. In the mythology of Los Angeles, fires are an eternal feature of the landscape - more permanent than any human settlement and an intimation that the city and its people remain rugged, no matter how comfortably plastic and protected life in its wealthy canyon sprawl might seem. The burn scar on the land, when the smoke cleared, stretched 152 square miles through Point Dume and Malibu and up to Calabasas and Westlake Village: 96,000 densely populated acres burned, 300,000 people evacuated from 100,000 homes, a city of 10 million terrorized in ways both familiar and unprecedented. Horses and alpacas and a giraffe wandered the sand, having fled flames that tore through local stables and ranches and a vineyard’s private zoo. The aftermath was eerie, the sunsets gorgeous, toxic ash falling from the sky in heavy lumps. The plume from last November’s Woolsey fire swept out toward Catalina and into the Pacific beyond by the same Santa Ana winds that had carried the flames all the way down the Malibu mountainside to the beach. Scenes from the Woolsey Fire: Ventura County on the first night of the blaze in November 2018. ![]()
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