Eagle Scout fundraiser

The daughter of a long time Boomershooter has a daughter working on her Eagle Scout project and needs some money to complete it.

Here is her GoFundMe pitch:

Hello, everyone! My name is Elysia, and I’m a Scout from Troop 498. I want to be the first female Scout from my Troop.

For my Eagle Project, I want to build a eagle-perching pole on Eagle Island in Eagle Lake. A previous Eagle Scout put a pole on the island for our local eagles to perch on. It was there for many years, but it was made from a fallen tree, and eventually it rotted, and it fell during a winter wind storm. The community has wanted to replace it with something better, but there are a lot of projects they want to do, and not a lot of people that want to take charge. They were very happy when I said I wanted to do this!

My plan is to get a 35-foot aluminum flagpole and mount it in a concrete foundation on the island. At the top, I will put a lightweight triangular perching structure to replace the usual ball at the top of the flagpole. I will build the perching structure out of aluminum pipe and aluminum sheets, welded together into support arms, with some hardwood dowels for the eagles to actually perch on.

The flagpole is the most expensive part of the whole project at about $3750, but we need a pole like that because:

  • We need to transport the flagpole to the island by rowboat, and it comes in two 75-lb pieces. Wood utility poles would be too heavy to transport, even if they float.
  • The island is only 20-feet in diameter, so the pole needs to be light enough for a few people to lift it into the foundation socket without heavy equipment
  • Wood will eventually rot away, but we’re using only aluminum pole, aluminum screws and aluminum parts for the perch, so we won’t get galvanic corrosion between different metals.
  • The pole is rated for 60mph winds with a flag on it, so that should stand up to windstorms even with the perch at the top
  • It should be strong enough for 12-lb eagles to land on, but too wobbly for them to try to build a nest on it.

I hope to build the concrete foundation for the flagpole in August while the weather is dry and the lake is low. Then I’ll get the aluminum parts together to build the perch assembly, and some of the volunteers from my troop know some Boeing engineers with the right kind of equipment to weld aluminum. (I have my Welding merit badge, but welding aluminum is not like welding steel!)

About me:

  • My cultural background is Peruvian, Texan, English, and Cantonese, and my dad is a US Veteran.
  • The Hamlin Robinson School is the best school for kids with dyslexia and language development difficulties. They really helped me! I hope they can help someone you know.
  • I am learning American Sign Language, and I hope I can earn my Translator patch soon.
  • I help my grandma at the Shelton Community Lifeline, when I can. If we raise more money than we need for this project, and my local community agrees, I want to use any extra to help the homeless shelter.

After my $50 donation she has 3,920 of her $4,500 goal. Can you guys push her over the top? Donate here.

Sign of the times

On June 28th a nearby weather station posted a record shattering 114.6F.

Barb and I saw this on our morning walk on July 2nd:

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Close up:

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Most people in the Seattle area didn’t have A/C in their homes. Even multi-million dollar homes.

That is changing.

Quote of the day—Kim

Gun powder and sunshine make me nostalgic.

Kim
April 29, 2021
[Daughter Kim was at the Boomershoot staff dinner last night. At the table with us were Tim and T.J.

Tim told a story about his mom making homemade bread and he didn’t really appreciate and realize big of a deal it was that she did that. When he was young he didn’t want to eat it because he wanted bread just like the other kids at school had. When he was in the last couple years of high school he liked it because it tasted so good. His mom died on the same day he graduated from high school. Because he was still young and wasn’t fully aware of how special that homemade bread was he had never told her that he appreciated it.

Kim then asked me, “Do you remember how when I was young you would take me to the matches at the Lewiston Pistol Club?”

“Uhh… yeah.”

“Well, now, gun powder and sunshine make me nostalgic. I told someone at work about this and they said I need to tell you. I hadn’t done it yet. Tim’s story reminded of that.”

There was a bit of a pause and then T.J. said, “She’s a keeper.”—Joe]

Quote of the day—Sam Jacobs

Today’s colleges are little more than indoctrination factories for the foot soldiers of a cadre of militants intensely hostile toward Western civilization and the American way of life. We should be mindful about salvaging whatever we can from them while aggressively kneecapping their ability to brainwash our children and attack our freedoms.

Sam Jacobs
American Education: Child Indoctrination, Struggle Sessions and Debt Slavery
[This article resonated rather strongly with me. Last Saturday daughter Jaime told of the indoctrination being done on my 2nd grader grandson. It’s close to horrifying and short of home schooling there doesn’t seem to be a solution. She has complained up through the ranks as far as the school board where it appears they are simply ignoring her.

I would be incline to retreat to my underground bunker (I wish!) in Idaho with my children and their kids and wait out the collapse of civilization. But the communists always hunt you down and take your possessions, if not your life, in the name of equality/fairness/whatever-excuse. So the options are becoming more limited with each passing month.—Joe]

Snowmageddon 2021

The sky has been sort of teasing us with a few snowflakes for several days. Then, last night, it got serious. By about 6:30 PM there was an accumulation of ten inches in our backyard.

Here is the view of the front of the house after I finished shoveling about 4:30 this afternoon. Barb started the work about 10:30 AM and I had a couple inches to remove from the stairs, sidewalk, and part of the driveway which had accumulated since she did her share.

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So far it looks similar to Snowmageddon 2017 and just a few days later in the month than then.

We are thankful it is nothing like Snowpocalypse 2019.which gave us over 16 inches of snow and nearly canceled our wedding. Interestingly that storm was almost exactly the same days in February as this year.

We’re thinking maybe we should spend the middle weeks of February in Hawaii on the odd number years from now on.

Update 2/14/2021: Barb “played snowplow” this morning and cleaned the driveway and sidewalk again:

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We have now essentially run out of room to put the snow. I’m glad it’s supposed to warm up today and continue with above freezing temperatures through the next few days.

The next pandemic

Just when Barb and I thought we were getting a pretty good view of the light at the end of the tunnel.

Next Epidemic Could Be a Potentially Deadly Fungus

The next pandemic could be a sometimes deadly fungal infection called Candida auris, according to experts with the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC).

The yeast-like fungus can be fatal if it enters the bloodstream, experts said, namely if it enters the body via healthcare and hospital settings.

“One of the things that makes Candida auris so scary is the fact it can linger on inanimate surfaces for long periods and withstand whatever you throw at it,” Johanna Rhodes, an epidemiologist with London’s Imperial College, told the New Scientist several weeks ago.

Dr. Tom Chiller, who runs the CDC’s anti-fungal division, said it’s unclear where the fungus originated.

“It is a creature from the black lagoon. It bubbled up and now it is everywhere,” he said, according to the New York Post over the weekend.

I want an underground bunker someplace where the nearest neighbor is at least a half mile away. With Barb, a good Internet connection, reliable electricity, a well, and a few acres, I could be relatively content, and survive the pestilences and plagues.

Franklin ghost town

Yesterday I had to deliver a simple, homemade Christmas gift which the local UPS refused to accept. Barb agreed to come with me and found a hike we could go on which was fairly close to our gift delivery route. It was Franklin Ghost Town. It was short enough that we could delivery the gift and complete the hike before the heavy rain forecast for the afternoon hit. It didn’t include any stunning views but it was interesting enough and had excellent trail conditions.

First a clue about the simple homemade gift:

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And on to the trail and the ghost town:

20201219_102839The area used to be the site of a coal mine and small town. At the peak the town population was 1,100 people.Over the course of over 100 years the mine produced over 4 million tons of coal.

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The number 2 shaft was over 1,300 feet deep and went 500 feet below sea level:

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You could see as deep into the mine as you had enough light for:

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I found it odd that there was an obvious “vein” of coal left in plain sight. I have never seen coal in nature before but close examination convinced me the dark patch just above and to the right of center in this picture is the real thing:

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We didn’t really see anything we could imagine was part of the town. We found this which I image to be a filled in mine shaft:

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It was a pleasant, short, hike for a somewhat dreary December day.

It is 2020 after all

Seven year-old grandson Bryce shared this in his parents Christmas letter:

Q: What’s the worst vision to have?
A: 2020!

Barb and I know we have been extremely fortunate compared to a lot of people. Still, there are some things that have been depressing to me in the last month or so.

I’ve lost three former classmates:

  • Verl Presnall was a good friend throughout most of grade school. He was also on the board of directors and past president of the East End Rod & Gun Club in Milton Freewater, Oregon. He died of prostrate cancer on October 14th.
  • Kathy (Fargo) Deyo was a high school classmate. We were never close but with a class of only 125 everyone knew everyone else. And she was always such a happy person. It was always a pleasure to be around her. She was one of those people who you think, “Life is so unfair that he/she should die so young.” She died November 13th.
  • Terry Thornton was also a high school classmate. Again we weren’t close but we had a lot of connections in the last 15 years or so. And he was another one of those people that you think shouldn’t have been one to leave us so early. Terry died December 1st of COVID.

I didn’t know it until a couple days ago but Eric Engstrom died on the same day as Terry.

Eric had a larger impact on my professional life than anyone in the world. The impact was huge. I would never have gone to work for Microsoft if it hadn’t been at Eric’s urging. He knew I had written tons of assembly language code for various graphics boards. Eric needed people to write video drivers for Direct Video (as it was called in May of 1995) for Windows 95. It had to be done by August so game developers could have games ready for Christmas. That was the wildest ride I have ever been on. Read Renegades of the Empire. Whenever you read something in there that sounds too far out to be believable double the “far out” quotient and you will be in the ball park of reality. I saw a hole kicked in a wall when I reported a bug I had found and fixed. I didn’t create the bug, it was from the manufacture of the video board. It was extremely obscure and absolutely deadly when it showed up. And it wasn’t found until after the code had been “frozen”. I was there when a keyboard was repeatedly bashed against a desk at 3:00 AM. From my office the key tops falling to the desktop sounded like broken glass. The motorcycle, spinning it’s tire in the hallway, burned a hole through the carpet all the way to the concrete. There was the illegal fireworks on campus, the Humvee driven across the grass field on campus (and getting stuck there), and the persistent thief who kept stealing RAM out of our computers in the middle of the night making it problematic as to whether we would be able to work when we came in the next morning.

That was just the first few months of my time at Microsoft and with Eric in “full bloom”. After a few years I was his first employee for his first startup, Chromium Communications.

That path changed my life forever. I made at least twice as much, if not three times as much, money because of Eric. Working with Eric and others at Microsoft was an alternate reality for me. I had never met such smart people before. I was used to frustration at explaining the same things over and over to co-workers. During those first years at MS people would “get it” before I had finished my first sentence. That changed my standards for the type of working environment I was willing to be in.

On a personal level Eric was so incredibly funny and happy and could even find humor on the darkest of days when his companies were imploding during the dot com bubble implosion. His probably (you frequently couldn’t tell) insane ideas and ambitions were amazing. When I was working in Richland, WA I would drive 200 miles, one way, to have dinner with him in Kirkland, then drive back to Richland to go to work the next day. It was more than worth the drive.

I’m certain I thought of him at least once a week even though I hadn’t had contact with him for years. I kept putting “things on the list” I want to share with him. My accomplishments and bits of news or inside knowledge about things I knew he had an interest in.

Eric had a personality (and ego) which could fill the largest ballroom in the largest hotel. He could make you believe the impossible was not only plausible but he was going to do it and it was going to be FUN! He planned to live forever and I though he probably would succeed. He failed and the shock will be with me for a long time.

2020 sucks.

Then this morning, this is just minor punctuation mark on the 2020 ledge, some thief stole the presents from our font steps. Daughter Jaime had Amazon ship them to us and we didn’t notice they had been delivered last night. Amazon didn’t put them in the package box. I checked the video this morning and saw this:

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Package theft in Bellevue is up 72% last month compared to last year. We just contributed to the statistics for December.

It is 2020 after all.

I did get some good news late yesterday. Dad tried to buy a particular piece of prime properties to add to the farm on August 16, 1978. He was not successful. My brothers and I tried again in the early 1980s without success (the owner would barely talk to us).

In 2008 there was a verbal agreement between brother Doug and a third party. The third party wanted some of our land. Doug agreed that we would trade it for the land we really wanted. We knew the land we wanted was for sale but the owners wouldn’t have anything to do with us.

In May of this year, yes 12 years after the verbal agreement, they FINALLY, signed a contract to follow through with their verbal agreement. The contract said the deal would closed by November 29th. Uhh.. okay. That seems like an awfully long time to sign a few papers. We signed our papers in the middle of November. Wow! That took a long time (almost all of the hold up was on the side of the other party). But at least we are going to make the deadline. The other party still took what seemed like forever. Twice they sent papers to the title company without the signatures being notarized.

Yesterday the title company sent an email saying the papers had been recorded at the local courthouse.

It took over 42 years, but now we own that property. Maybe we can close out 2020 on a happy note.

Update: 12/15/2020 was also a good for another reason. I did the final review on a new patent application from the lawyer. I’ve solved tougher problems but I’m more proud of this patent application than any of the others. I thought of Eric a lot when working on this. Last January through March I worked an average 16 hours a day 7 days a week (except for a week in Hawaii for our first wedding anniversary) to find the solution and demonstrate its validity. I really wanted to tell Eric about this accomplishment.

Eric Engstrom

This morning I received an email telling me Eric Enstrom died.

I probably spent an hour staring off into space thinking about him. I thought about all the things I would say in my blog post. Then I realized I didn’t have enough time in the day to write everything I would need to say. I have too many other things that must be done today. Maybe next weekend I’ll have the time.

Read some of the things I have written about him in the past to get a flavor of my view of him. And know this, he had a tremendous influence on my life. My life would have been unbelievably different without him. I last saw him in March of 2011. I’ve been wanting to “catch up” with him for years and always put it off. Now, it’s too late.

Eric once told me:

I will consider myself rich when I’m standing on the moon with the sunlight reflecting off my visor as I’m looking at my initials carved into the soil. They will be big enough and deep enough that when people on the earth look up they can see I was there.

He wanted me to do that for him because of my experience with explosives. I did the calculations on the line width needed for the font. IIRC it was seven miles. I told Eric it was impractical and his immediate response was, “You just need more explosives.”

That’s just one of dozens of stories I could tell about Eric. And no matter how many stories I told it wouldn’t begin to capture the reality of his personality and genius.

The man who planned to live forever and had plausible visions (as well as crazy ideas) of how to make that happen died from medical complications after dropping a monitor on his foot.

Lost classmates

Long time Boomershooters didn’t know him but they had plenty of reason to appreciate him. Terry Thornton owned Portogo Portable Toilets and delivered them to Boomershoot until 2017 when he sold the business.

We weren’t close but we had a fair number of connections. I went to High School with Terry and when I lived in Moscow Idaho he lived about a 100 yards down the street from me. I would occasionally see him at the grocery store and other places around town. His wife was a chemistry teacher at the high school and taught all my kids. One time she called me about Xenia. 

On December 1st Terry died:

Terrance “Terry” Thornton passed away Tuesday, Dec. 1, 2020, in Yuma, Ariz., from complications of COVID-19.

He met his wife in Moscow, and he and MaryAnn Kallas were married March 4, 1979, in Spokane. They enjoyed traveling, watching their daughters play sports, watching their son ride in motorcycle races, riding their side-by-side, hunting, boating, golfing and gambling at their favorite casinos. He also had a love for riding motorcycles, dirt bikes and his Harley-Davidson. He was always in search of Bigfoot, and we wish him well on his quest to find “The Foot.” He was happiest when he and MaryAnn were traveling and his theme song was “On The Road Again,” which he sang loudly and off tune.

Terry never met a stranger. He would say hi and wave to everyone. His friends and family described him as funny, charming, the kindest soul you could ever meet, he lit up a room wherever he went and always had a smile on his face, kindhearted, good man, excellent husband and father, one of the good ones, wonderful laugh and warm hugs, caring and loving and hero to many. He could go into a room of deaf and blind people and come out with friends.

This is the second former classmate I’ve lost in the last month. Kathy (Farbo) Deyo died November 13th:

Kathy attended the one-room school at the Yaak until the family moved to Butte and then later to Orofino when she was in the third grade. Kathy made lifelong friends while attending school in Orofino, graduating as a proud Maniac in 1973. Kathy was the editor of the high school newsletter, editor of the annual and instrumental in organizing class reunions that are held every five years.

Quote of the day—Gad Saad @GadSaad

On a personal level, I’m a free thinker who is allergic go along, get along, group think. The ideals that drive my life are freedom and truth and any attack on these ideals represents an existential threat to all that I hold dear.

Gad Saad
2020
The Parasitic Mind: How Infectious Ideas Are Killing Common Sense
[From Amazon:

“Read this book, strengthen your resolve, and help us all return to reason.”  JORDAN PETERSON

This could be said of me from the time I was in the first grade. My grade school experience was hell because of this. Two of the three teachers I had in my first eight years of formal schooling tried to make me believe absurd things. Example include such as three doubled was nine, and the letter ‘y’ is always marked as a long ‘i’ when marking up a word by its sounds. The third teacher had her faults as well but non compliance was not so harshly punished. The absurdities extended from the classroom to the playground with rule interpretations that met with the teacher’s desired outcome instead of the written word of the rule book.

Classmates, my parents, and at least one younger brother for the most part advised me to not let it bother me and just go along with it even though it was wrong. That does not appear to be in my nature and it has never been a characteristic I had an interest in changing about myself. I’d rather attempt to change the world and fail than change myself to conform with a false view of reality to avoid punishment for wrong think.

I think I’m going to like this book.—Joe]

Spider webs

I was visiting my property in Idaho last weekend and saw something that brought back memories. If you look closely enough at the pictures below you will see spider webs between the straw:

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Those weren’t specially chosen views to see the webs. The entire field, as far as you could see was covered with similar webs, not just between the straw bu, between every clod that stuck up more than a few inches. This is a 160 acre field.

It brought back memories of when I was probably 12 to 14 years old and working on the fall plowing. One evening I was driving the Caterpillar D4 with a John Deer five-bottom moldboard plow. The sun was just right to highlight the millions of tiny creatures taking advantage of a gentle breeze..As far as you could see the air was filled with spiders “paragliding” across the field.

Microsoft Gun Club member and Boomershooter wrote a novel

When I first met Sean Flynn he was a member of the Microsoft Gun Club. He has attended many Boomershoots and volunteered many hours to making Boomershoot a great event. I’ve traveled to Olympia with him to attend gun rights rallies. I’ve quoted him on this blog 16 times. He has commented on here many times as well.

Now he has given us a novel, Raether’s Enzyme (web site here):

Brother Doug’s fire story

This complements my story from the same day.

From brother Doug:

From: Doug Huffman

Sent:
Saturday, September 12, 2020 6:48 AM

Subject:
Fire

We have had a busy fire season in recent days.

On August 30, we had the, “White Tail” fire, which didn’t threaten our home, but I was involved in fighting it.  Things were just getting back to normal on Labor Day, September 7, when we had a major cold front come in with very windy conditions.  We had cut a sample of garbanzo beans and determined they were dry enough to cut, but we decided to shut down harvest for the rest of the day due to wind.  Combines often start fires and even though we usually keep our 1300 gallon water truck on hand to fight fire, a windy day isn’t a good time to have a fire.  We went home and I was doing a few chores around the house.  The wind started taking down trees and of course, some of those trees went down across power lines.  When our power went off about 2 PM, I told Julie the power lines may have started a fire when they went down.  I am with Evergreen Fire and so Julie retrieved my fire radio from the bedroom and kept it close.  She looked out the front window and realized the top had blown out of a tree and fallen on our Caterpillar D6C, which was hooked to a plow and parked out front to fight fire in the fields.  I took a chain saw and after assessing the damage, I started cutting the tree off the tractor and plow.  I was mostly done when Julie came out of the house with the fire radio and told me there was a fire on Clover Road, which branches off Cavendish Grade about 1/2 mile east of the Sunny Side Fire Department.  It isn’t in our district, but the folks at Sunny Side knew with the very dry conditions and high winds, they would be overwhelmed almost immediately and they were.  They called for mutual aid from all surrounding Fire Departments including Evergreen.

I drove to the Evergreen Fire Department and met with several other people.  We knew Clover Road was very close to the south side of our district and in fact is just down hill from us.  The wind was driving the fire westward across the slope, but fire goes up hill very rapidly, so we didn’t want to send all our resources to help Sunny Side when we knew the fire would be in our district very soon.  The strong wind was out of the east and would essentially drive the fire along the boundary between Evergreen and Sunny Side fire districts taking out houses in both districts.  We sent one 4000 gallon tender and a brush truck to assist Sunny Side and kept our remaining resources with the intention of staging at the intersection of South Road and Cavendish Highway to protect the homes in our own district.  While most of our fire fighters went directly to the intersection, I took engine 31 (a brush truck) and drove to the eastern end of South Road and then drove full length of South Road assessing the situation.  It was obvious from the smoke that our most immediate threat was near Meridian Road and Havlock Road.  We were also hearing on the radio that the Sunny Side fire station itself was endangered and nearly surrounded by flames.  We sent one more brush truck to assist Sunny Side and the rest of us (one brush truck, one pumper and one 4000 gallon tender with only three people total) headed east on South Road where we expected the threat to hit our district first.  At Lansings place, we met a husband and wife who had just evacuated their home on Havelock Road.  The husband wanted to show me their house,which they felt was in imminent danger.  We followed him to the top of Havelock Road (on the east side of the Lansing property), which is a one lane, very rough gravel road.  I really didn’t want to commit the 4000 gallon tender to that road just yet, so I instructed the tender driver to wait at the top of Havelock while the pumper and myself in the brush truck went down to scout out the situation.  We drove down to the intersection with Valley View Road, which goes east from Havelock.  We were very close to the fire by this point with smoke coming up just down the hill from us.  I instructed the pumper driver to turn around and prepare to leave.  The pumper is a slow and awkward vehicle and I was already concerned about having it down there.  I drove the brush truck out Valley View Road with the home owner where I believe we saw four homes.  Yes, they were in serious danger.  I thought about it and suspected we could probably save any one of those houses if we had the tender, the pumper, the brush truck and had our lines laid and were ready.  I knew we couldn’t save all of them.  The fire was coming at us hard.  it was about to cut off our only exit, which was Havelock. 
I have taken a few wildland fire fighting classes, but it has been several years ago.  They taught us a lot of safety rules and I was violating every safety rule I could think of just scouting this area. 
You are never supposed to get uphill from a wild land fire, yet our DISTRICT was uphill from the fire.  You are supposed to “have one foot in the black” at all times, meaning you are supposed to work at controlling the fire from the side that is already burned so you can retreat to the burned area for protection.  You are supposed to have a lookout posted who watches the big picture while those fighting the fire focus on the nearby issues.  You are suppose to have safety zones, like a large gravel parking lot, a dirt field or some other fire proof area you can retreat to when things go bad.  You are supposed to have communications with incident command at all times.  The incident commander for this fire was with Sunny Side fire and based on the radio traffic, he was completely overwhelmed as the fire was growing much
faster than could be dealt with.   Thus he didn’t even know we existed. 
We are supposed to maintain escape routes, but I knew our only escape route (Havelock) was rapidly being over taken by the fire.  I sized up the situation and made the only decision I could.  We needed to pull back.  Initially, I pulled back to the intersection of Valley View and Havelock where the smoke was getting thicker.  While I had been away, a homeowner from further down Havelock had come fleeing up the hill with his wife in the car.  The husband had burns on one side of his head. 
They had smashed the car into a tree that had fallen across the road. 
The car was gushing antifreeze, but still running.  They were already gone to safety by the time I got back to the intersection.  I was explaining my view of the situation to the pumper driver when the homeowner from Valley View drove by and left for safety.  He wanted us to stay and save his home, but he was leaving.  I decided to cautiously check down Havelock just in case there was a nearby house, surrounded by a large gravel area or large green grass area that might be defendable. 

I drove the brush truck a couple hundred feet further down Havelock until I could see fire.  There was no place to turn around, nothing we could defend.  I backed all the way back up the hill to the intersection where the pumper driver was getting nervous.  I radioed the tender driver and told him we were pulling out.  I took the lead and told the pumper driver if things got bad, to abandon the pumper and get in with me.  The brush truck is faster and more agile than the pumper.  I would rather make a run for things in the brush truck than any of our other equipment.  We drove up out of Havelock with no problems.  We were abandoning all the aforementioned homes and they would all later burn. 
I have never had to make that judgment call as a fire fighter before. 
(Deciding to abandon undamaged homes and allowing them to burn)

We went back to South Road and drove a little further east and successfully defended a home directly south of Meridian Road.  At some point I turned the Evergreen brush truck over to another fire fighter who had shown up.  He took me over to the Sullivan place where our (Huffman Brothers) 1300 gallon water truck was parked.  I took that back to keep an eye on the home south of Meridian Road and I sent the rest of the fire fighters to the next two homes west of that including the Sevastianova residence and the Dennis Weaver residence.  In addition to blowing west, the fire kept coming uphill to the north into my brother Gary’s property on what we call the Sullivan Place (which was once the Frederiksen place).  It came north onto that property and then the strong east wind drove it westwards towards the residence South of Meridian Road.  I got on the radio and called the guys I had just sent away and one of them came back to help, along with another Evergreen fire fighter who had shown up later.  At one point I did a, “pump and roll” with our water truck, which means I was spraying water out a fire nozzle on the driver’s side while driving.  This way, one person can cover a lot of ground on a field fire and get a lot of fire put out.  We stopped it on that occasion and then saved a small building south of Gary’s property which was threatened.  The outhouse and all the miscellaneous things around the little building burned, but we saved the main building ( a tiny vacation cabin).  The other fire fighters again left and went westward to engage various threats while I stayed alone and monitored the situation south of Meridian Road.  The fire was creeping up the canyon on Gary’s property and it eventually jumped a fire break (a neighbor had used a disk to put a fire break around Gary’s field).  Once the field was on fire, I drove out the driveway to South Road and turned our water truck around to get the fire nozzle on the east side facing the fire.  The wind was driving the fire across the field and gaining momentum.  My plan was to do a pump and roll on the driveway and stop it from crossing the driveway.  Meanwhile two other fire fighters showed up.  One was the guy with the brush truck.  The other was an Evergreen Fire fighter with a 3000 gallon tender.  They both drove around me and went in to directly deal with the fire.  We didn’t have time to discuss our plans.  The guy with the tender drove into Gary’s field and started trying to put the fire out doing a pump and roll maneuver.  It wasn’t working well.  He didn’t have a well defined line where he was trying to stop it.  He was just sort of randomly chasing the fire around in the field spraying water and things weren’t going well.  I waited until the fire was nearly at the driveway and started my maneuver.  I was driving along about 5 or 6 mph spraying water out my left side wetting everything down on that side of the driveway.  By the time I got to the really heavy part of the fire, the smoke reduced my visibility to almost zero.  I had my windows rolled up and was struggling to see where I was going.  I was afraid I might go off the edge of the driveway and there are some places with a pretty bad bank where I might get stuck or possibly even roll the truck.  Just as I was getting out of the thickest smoke so I could see something, I suddenly saw the grill of a huge truck right at the end of my hood.  The guy with the 3000 gallon tender (Jim Kramer) had decided his pump and roll maneuver in the field  wasn’t working, so he drove through a bared wire fence to get on the driveway and was attempting to do a pump and roll on the driveway like I was doing, only he was coming from the other direction.  We almost had a head on collision in the heavy smoke.  I hit the brakes, slammed the truck in reverse and started backing out.  This was even more difficult trying to get back through all that heavy smoke without running off the driveway, but it gave everything a second coat of water because I was still pumping.  Jim Kramer continued out with his tender, also pumping and so we kept the fire from jumping the driveway and the house south of Meridian Road was ultimately saved.

Initially it was too windy for air support, but before the day was over, we had a helicopter dropping water and a four engine aircraft dropping fire retardant.  Julie had alerted Gary in regards to the fire.  Gary finished removing the tree top from the D6C and plowed fire breaks around the fields by our houses.  Julie packed the car with clothing, important papers and more and was prepared to evacuate.  I was mostly ignoring my cell phone, but a couple days later I was checking my voicemails and found a message from the Clearwater County Sheriff’s office at 4:36 PM the day of the fire, ordering us to evacuate.  Our land line was down by that point, so they called my cell phone, but they didn’t have Julie’s cell phone number, thus Julie didn’t get the message.  We had farmers from several miles away show up and plow fire breaks around all the fields adjacent to South Road.  Gary and I went back to the Sullivan place that night and stayed out until about 10:30 PM spraying water around the edges of the fire with our water truck.  By that time, we had help from all over northern Idaho, including Lewiston, Clarkston, Troy and Clearwater Paper (located in Lewiston).  Clearwater Potlatch Timber Protective Association was there in force along with a whole lot of professional fire fighters I didn’t identify.

When Julie and I went to bed, there was fire was about 500 yards directly south of our house.  It was held in check by a fire break in a field, South Road and a lot of fire fighters.  I went upstairs and went to bed.  No power, no water and no shower.  Julie was frightened and slept on the couch in the living room where she could sit up and look at the fire across the road to assure herself it wasn’t getting any closer.  Most of the devastation was on Cavendish Highway and Sunny Side Bench Road.  The fire eventually crept up to and touched the road bank on the south side of South Road about 1.2 miles east of our house.  It covered over 1600 acres, consumed 13 homes and is the largest fire in this community in my life time.  I believe there were only two homes destroyed in our district.  Most of the homes on Havelock were actually in Sunny Side’s district.  The power came back on after 47 hours.  The phone came back on after four days.

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