Monday, December 29, 2014

Wonderful Lives...


Morning snow cover and 9-degree (F) temperature on the back porch has me thinking about when I returned in August from my second fire assignment on the Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest (NF): Little Bridge Creek (LBC) & Carlton Complex.  Twisp, Washington is most likely getting snow; after all it is late December.
My last shift (“operational period”) assignment on LBC was up on a remote portion of the fire line, with the Blue Ridge Hotshots (Coconino NF). Our Mission: patrol & mop-up as needed. As a Safety Officer I often get to work with a wide variety of people & resources. Many of which leave me in absolute awe of their skill sets. I know that after so many decades (4) of being around public safety personnel, the dedication and abilities of the men & women that serve and protect us should be no surprise: but, I’m still often left with deep gratitude that I get to work alongside some of these people.
There was a Paramedic, which we’ll call Simon, assigned on the same Division. I think Simon was extraordinary. To put that term in context, let’s flash-back to when I first became an incident Safety Officer in the late 1980’s, or even as “Safety Dude” with a Type I Incident Management Team during the 90’s: our goal then was to get a line qualified Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) assigned to each division/group for every operational period.  As a former Medical Unit Leader, and as an EMT on the National Register, I knew what a challenge that could be. Now, we often get line EMT’s + Paramedics (like Nathan Harpster from Phoenix FD Jennifer Reilly from Virginia, or Simon); thanks to individuals & local fire departments making their important skills available, often via private contract companies. It is a vast improvement over yester-year.
Simon is a smokejumper from the North Cascades. When you think elite-of-the-elite wildland firefighters, you think smokejumpers… and to think that Simon was also a Paramedic was inspiring, BUT there is more… he is not just any ol’ “Simple Simon.” He also splits his year between the Jumpers and being a non-comm. in the U.S. Air Force Reserve where he plies his skills doing air rescue operations. It is sometimes said of the USAF Air Rescue personnel: “when the SEAL Teams need help, they (SEALs) call them.” It is somewhat simplistic, but you get-the-picture…
This particular day, Simon decided to share some of his knowledge & skills by conducting some training and practical exercises for Blue Ridge. After “The Shots” had patrolled & gridded the line in the Division ("no smokes"), Simon instructed them in various SKED (Rescue Stretcher) packaging, carrying & transport techniques. Due to the remoteness of many forests, fire crew and engine personnel are first responders to emergency situations (motor vehicle, rock climbing accidents, etc.): they expose themselves to danger in order to help. They’ll also be the first to tell you: “We’re not heroes…we are simply doing our duty, our job…and doing what’s right…”

As I recall, Simon had planned on having a 1-2 hour session, but due to their interest he spent 4+ hours with Blue Ridge on extraction techniques. So, this- my final post of 2014 is a salute to ALL of you that are doing your duty out there… and what is right (from Group Supervisor Billy Morris [Peoria, AZ] to the BLM Engine [Lander, WY] to Paramedic Nick Cooley [Palmer, AK]… to ALL a big THANK YOU!!!

Thursday, December 18, 2014

2014- a quick review of our family's year...

2014

Meme, Justin & I wish you a Merry Christmas, a Happy Holiday Season,
& a healthy, joyous and prosperous 2015.

The past year has had several highlights, like:
Uncle Bruce Newlin
·      The gathering in Gilbert (AZ) this Nov. of some of the Newlin Clan to celebrate mom’s 90th (Dec.) & Uncle Bruce’s 80th (July) birthdays,
·      Justin finishing law school classes one-term early (Dec.), and
·      Firefighting “Safety Officer” duties in the Pacific Northwest (Summer). 

Hal Marcus
In January Meme & I visited her sister Pat Medici (& her husband Hal Marcus) in El Paso, followed by the Subaru going in-n-out of various garages over the following 9-months (yikes, and with <160,000 miles); Sis Chris judged some of the Terrier breeds at the Westminster Kennel Club’s dog show (putting-up a dog as Best-of-Breed that went on to win Best in Show) :-)... 
February included a quick visit by Pete (Meme’s cousin) and his esposa Nancy, and of course one of my favorite days of the year: “pitchers & catchers report.” Winter and early spring were also filled with a heavy load of college tennis chair umpiring assignments. Plus, there was the annual trek to Arizona for the Cactus League Spring Training (I didn’t make the cut… again…). Late freezes resulted in no apples or peaches this year, cherries were enjoyed by birds (again), but we did have a fair grape crop.
Ranger Rendezvous: YMCA-Rockies
Some year-round activities included the New Mexico (NM) SiteWatch steward program, NM Archeological Council Executive Committee, “Rocking out” climbing (Meme), and yoga classes (both).
Additional events included our annual sojourn to the beach (Pacific Beach/La Jolla area), being interviewed by the NPS Cultural Resources Academy, attending Ranger Rendezvous at Rocky Mountain National Park/Estes Park (Colorado) and getting to visit many ol’ amigos y amigas. I also got to provide the NPS Oral History program with a 3-hour interview for their archives (with about another hour needed next year to finish-up).
Lucy & I: holiday folk dance
Lucy-the-Bull Terrier had an uneventful year, filled with walks and runnin’ down “wascally wabbits.” No rattlesnake bites, or knocking me off my bike (breaking ribs) this trip-around-the-sun. She turned 6 this month.
This month (Dec.) I coordinated and taught (aka: produced & directed) a 20-hour Heritage Resources Investigations course for law enforcement officers and archaeologists in Silver City (where it is alleged that Billy “went to the bad…”): it was well received and seems to have been successful. Just another way to pass along a little something to “The Next Generation…”  Finally, now have time to read Cindy Schroeder’s Plunder of the Ancients (a page-turner).
Special congratulations again to our son (Justin) for completing his course of study at the University of New Mexico Law School: good luck with the bar exam in February + ALL your future endeavors…

Feliz Navidad y un propsero Nuevo Ano a todos… Phil & Meme 

I found this in my “Old Christmas Letters” folder: scribbled in long-hand…
 thought it might be time for a revisit:

May your season of joy be endless,
Enjoying the love & warmth of humanity,
Rejoicing in the eternal light,
Remembering ALL good friends,
Your spirit too shall be eternal.

Continuing our life’s quests, with
Hope refreshing our vigor,
Returning to the timeless lessons,
Inspiring all through our actions,
Selflessly giving our gifts
The joy grows exponentially
Marrying our spirit with the everlasting
Anticipating our ultimate gift,

Salvation.
Hal's Studio

Monday, December 8, 2014

Ranging along...

It has been a long time since I posted anything; last time was a quick blurb between fire assignments on the Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forests (OWF), and I forgot to mention that when the Washington State Trooper learned that I was a retired Ranger/Special Agent he immediately asked: “Do you know Mike Butler?” (retired SA from Olympic National Park). My face & eyes grew wide and I told him that I did: we where from the same hometown, I was Burbank HS class of ’65 and he was crosstown rival Burroughs HS class of  same year; we partnered up at the Grand Canyon during the search for escaped convict Daniel Horning, and saw each other at Susan Morton’s memorial service in Tucson. Sometimes, it is indeed a small world.
My second trip to OWF was for the Little Bridge fire & Carlton Complex near Twisp (WA). Hundreds of structures had been damaged or lost due to fire and then flooding; my last day there we were waiting for the locusts to arrive… Near Twisp is the Sun Mountain Lodge, a well known X-country skiing (winter) and mountain bike (summer) destination. I worked with the structural protection group (led by Billy Morris from Peoria, AZ FD) and noted in my log assessment that due to the continuous fuels going uphill to the resort, that if a major run occurred “I think we can save the tennis courts…”

In late September, Meme & I again journeyed out to the Pacific Beach/La Jolla area: we love the balcony of the Pacific Terrace rooms overlooking the boardwalk, cliffs, beach, ocean, etc.  The seafood is good (love fish tacos), and it is enjoyable to visit Meme’s brother Mark and step-brother Charlie that live nearby.  

Oct. & Nov. had a share of other activities: SiteWatch, tennis referee, yoga classes, and some short trips: Ranger Rendezvous in CO (where I was interviewed for the NPS Oral History Archive), mom’s/Uncle Bruce’s b-day bash in AZ, & SiteWatch intro training in Silver City, NM, but by far the large amount of effort and time was preparation for a 20-hour Heritage Resource Investigations training course that my LLC provided for federal & state law enforcement officers & archaeologists the 1st week of December. It “ate my brain” for the 7-weeks we had before having the course, but it was worth it… good group of folks, and I’m better for having worked a few days with them…

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Walkin' the Chiwaukum...


In mid-July I was dispatched to the Chiwaukum Creek incident (fire) in central Washington on the Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forests (OWF). The fire had blown-up overnight driven by strong winds and was headed down canyon and the Wenatchee River towards the town of Leavenworth. “Safety Dude” (me) was flown I to join a large army of mobilizing forces. When I left home I had no idea how literal that would be (see below).            
Before I even left home I let my family & some friends know where I’d be headed and my “Uncle Bruce” (Bruce Newlin) emailed to say he’d pitched at Wenatchee in ’55 & ’56 (but, that there probably was no one around any longer that cared… I later found someone). When I checked in at the Incident Command Post I learned that other fires had recently been sparked and I would be flying up to Kelly Mountain to a “spike camp” near a helispot. Eight Smokejumpers (out of Redmond, OR) and an Initial Attack (IA) crew were fighting this fire. One of the bigger challenges was the 1800 vertical feet from the head-to-toe of the fire. 
Another was that light rain was forecasted. When I finally flew in (the next day due to winds & weather) I found that the Umatilla Type II IA Crew had experienced a rough night in the drizzle. They’d been flown up with line-gear only: no tents, bags, etc. They adapted, adjusted, and overcame the situation making some shelters out of limbs & branches from the tress cleared by the Jumpers when constructing the helispot (on the edge of a cliff above an alpine lake). Good job Umatilla!
           
When we flew off, due to a stronger and moister system, I found that my next assignment was going to be working with the Washington National Guard (NG). They had 100 of their wildland fire trained soldiers (from 1st Squadron of 303rd Cavalry) ready & willing to help. Most fire crews are 20-person: due to lack-of-experience a decision was made to have each NG crew 10-person, with an experienced Crew Supervisor, and each two crews a Strike Team Leader. The five Strike Teams had a Division Supervisor.


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To say the overhead was greatly experienced is a gross understatement: one of the Crew Sups retired from the Forest Service as a GS-15 (about as high as you can get before Senior Executive Service kicks-in) and the Division was from the Redding Smokejumpers (USDA Forest Service). Safety Dude was humbled. The NG had one day of on-the-ground training with their new fireline leaders before being deployed with typical assignments: gridding & mop-up, holding-the-line for firing operations. They did superb. It was interesting that the operational Division the NG worked under were A#1, and the Branch Director over many divisions was a very experienced fire-fellow by the name of George Custer.
           
One weird (what-are-the-chances) moment I had was an incident on Hwy. 2. As I was proceeding up canyon from ICP to assignment, a sheriff’s unit was proceeding down canyon from trying to locate an abusive resident at our request. At that time, and unknown to us, a crew on a different Branch of the fire, was building a contingency line high up on a 45-60 degree slope (way high up above Hwy.2). As they were bucking up a downed log, a round rolled into another that they’d already bucked and dislodged it: this 18" round rolled downhill gaining speed and at approximately 25-30 MPH crossed the road in front of me.
I jammed on my brakes, but it crashed into the front driver side wheel (bending-the-rim) and exploding it back into the rear panel of my pickup truck. No one was hurt and both vehicles were driven away (the S.O. unit needed to put on their spare tire): I’d had my hazard lights on, but the log round hadn’t seemed to have cared or noticed (geesh). Close call, a very close call for the Deputy & me.

            Tomorrow, I’m headed back for another safety assignment on the OWF...