Wednesday, February 19, 2014

The Angel Island Fire

On October the 12th, 2008, after the last ferry left, I finished my shift. It was around 5:30 or 6:00 in the evening.  It had been a long day, Sunday of a three day weekend and Fleet Week, more than the usual visitors coming over to the island to see the air show from the island's south side. End of shift, I went home to my house on Ayala Cove and settled in for the night. At 8 o'clock I got a call out. The dispatcher said an employee was reporting a bonfire in Campsite 1.

I got back into my uniform, put on my POPE gear, the acronym we use in Parks to describe our gun and all the other stuff on our belt. We always wore the full gear for a call out. At Mt. Diablo I had been called out one night on something sounding innocuous that ended with an arrest after a camper high on drugs had threatened us with a knife. After that I never thought twice about wearing my POPE gear. It was easier to have it on than it was to go back and get it.

The weather was warm. Humidity was low. There was a light but steady breeze blowing out of the northeast. Mount Tam and the larger parks were on fire alert. At Angel Island, wood fires were never allowed though campers could use charcoal. From my house in Ayala Cove I drove to the northeast side of the island where Campsites 1, 2 and 3 were clustered about 200 feet above the shoreline on a spur off the fire road .

I drove my truck to the turnoff above the campsites. I didn't see any fire. I got out and walked back to the campsites and started with the young adults in Campsite 3. They seemed relaxed and surprised to see me. Campsite 2 and 1 were four fathers and a large group of young girls, about 10 years old. There were small bikes, mostly pink parked all around the campsites. As I did in 3, I checked the to see if there was a campfire or wood burning anywhere and I didn’t see anything to be concerned about.

Everything seemed to be as it should be. The girls were running around, shouting, having a good time. I talked to the men and told them I was checking for fires and they assured me they didn’t have a campfire. I told them it was a serious problem and people needed to be careful. They said they understood my concern. I walked back to my truck and headed for Campsites 7, 8 and 9. Some employees can be pretty unreliable reporters, new employees with no experience and people who just overreact. Like any reporters they get their facts jumbled up. I called in to dispatch that I was leaving Campsite 1 and heading for 7,8,9. I got a phone call on my cellphone. It was Gerald O’Reilly our maintenance chief. He was the reporting employee.  Gerald is a reliable source and he had been driving on the fire road and had personally seen a large fire at Campsite 1.

I was halfway to the other campsites. I turned around and drove back and left my truck at the junction of the fire road and the campsite road. I walked down into the campsite. The girls were still running around and I walked up to the barbecue stand and there were coals in it but also chips of wood that had been gathered from the site after I left the first time. I gave the men a stiff lecture and told them, no fire was allowed, no wood at all should be put on the charcoal and that if there was another report of a fire that they would be ticketed. I warned them it was a heavy fine. One of the girls asked what a ticket was and I gently explained it to her. I had not been gentle with the men.

I walked back up to my truck and as I got close to it, I saw a column of white smoke rising up beside the reservoir nearby. My heart jumped with a shot of adrenalin and I hurried to my truck and called in a fire and requested assistance from dispatch. I knew Tiburon Fire would be moving immediately and they would be there soon. That alone made me feel better.

I drove quickly toward the smoke swallowing the panic I felt and began planning what I needed to do. I got up to the smoke where there was an old retaining wall below the reservoir. The fire was on a patch of grass behind the wall sloping up the hill. It was a small grass just starting right at the wall. I got a shovel out of my truck and got up beside it, I knew enough not to put myself in front of the fire but to go to the side and try to work around it. I shoveled dirt on the fire and it kept broadening and advancing. Gerald arrived in his pickup truck with a small water tank and pumper in it. It took a minute or two to get the pumper going and we attacked the fire with the small water hose from the truck. Still the fire kept creeping up the hill and expanding and we weren’t getting control of it. Mike Holste arrived with the island's fire truck, a pumper, and we got that going, but by the time we began pouring water on the fire, it had jumped to a pile of dead branches and then into a dead tree and from there the fire took off up the hill.

The Angel Island crew were amazing that day. They had proved themselves before in medical emergencies and crises. Now with a fire they showed up and immediately started doing what was needed. As each one arrived and pitched in, I felt less and less alone. We were working together. Park people everywhere are good, but the Angel Island people are the best.

The whole time we were fighting it, the fire kept growing just out of reach. It seemed if we had been just a little better, a little faster or just had more water or more people we might have been able to stop it. At each stage it was just a little more than we could handle. When I first got there it was only two yards square and then it was the whole draw and working up the hill. Casey Lee our chief interpreter arrived on the scene and she began evacuating the campers. Kelli Holste was in her truck evacuating campers. Tiburon Fire came across on their fire boat and arrived in one of the vans we kept in the cove. Ed Lynch, the Tiburon Fire Battalion Chief, greeted me with a smile and began moving his crew along side the fire. Ed and his crew were in charge. I don't think I've ever been so relieved. The fire was theirs now.

Time seemed to compact itself. The first concern was campers and the Park employees evacuated them and made sure we had everybody. They loaded people into their trucks and vans and searched the island thoroughly. Rangers from the mainland arrived and more firefighters. We helped the new firefighters figure out the lay of the island. We evacuated the visitors to Camp Reynolds and the Quartermaster Building which was on the southwest side of the island, all the way across from where the fire started.

By the time Dan Villanueva, a Ranger from China Camp, arrived the only vehicle left in the cove was one of the small electrics we used. Dan used it until it ran out of juice in an area that was later overrun by the fire. All night Dan worried that he was responsible for a puddle of plastic on the hillside. It wasn't the worst thing that could have happend he felt bad about it. In the morning, we learned one of the firefighters had moved it. Even the electric cart had been saved.

The fire quickly reached the top of the island and began coming down the southwest side. We decided to evacuate the visitors completely off the island and the employees and their families to Ayala Cove on the northwest side of the island. I went to Camp Reynolds where the campers were gathered. Some were calm but some were frantic. We assured them they were safe and I had to tell one woman she was not going back to her campsite to get something she needed. By that time the fire was already heading down the south side of the island through Campsites 4, 5, and 6. Later we saw that the firefighters had set a backfire behind Officer Row protecting the employee houses on the east side of the island.

Before we loaded all of the campers in our various vehicles I pulled aside the four men who had been in Campsite 1. They wanted to explain, to talk, and I told them I really didn’t have time, I just wanted names, addresses and phone numbers. We would talk about it later. They were pretty chastened.

Maggie McDonogh, captain and owner of the Angel Island Ferry, met us at the docks. She had come when she saw there was a fire. She evacuated the campers and began bringing firefighters across the strait to the island. Her boat held about 300 people and she brought us firefighters as they arrived in Tiburon. By early morning we had 375 firefighters, all the local companies and CalFire crews.

Dave Matthews the superintendent arrived on the island. I was assigned to the docks to help the firefighters and equipment coming in.

Rich Ables a maintenance worker was operating the Ayala, a crew boat. Allyn Shaffer, our boat operator, and his son Nick were operating the LCM, landing craft mechanical, a boat of about 80 feet, able to carry a large truck and land it on a ramp.  Western Marine showed up with another LCM and began transporting fire trucks to the island. The Coast Guard showed up with their Life Boat and asked if they could help. By that time everything was covered and there wasn't much for them to do. They left and came back with pallets of bottled water and cartons of Cliff Bars which turned out to be a wonderful contribution. After that they patrolled the strait with a cutter ready to assist us if we needed it.

It was a hectic night. 375 firefighters fought the fire. 15 Fire Trucks were brought on the island. The docks were a busy place all night long. I helped unload the ferry and LCMs and oriented the firefighters to the island. I could see smoke coming over the top of the hill but I couldn't see the fire from the cove. I had a second radio with the firefighters band on it and I heard the constant stream of reports and commands back and forth between the firefighters.

I heard them staging to fight the fire on the southwest corner of the island and all along the south side. The fire came over the hill and they held it at the fire road. At one point I went up to my house and the night and the trees changed the perspective and the fire looked like it was in my backyard when in fact it was better than three quarters of the way up the island. The residents of the island from the east side who were staying at my house didn't like the look of it, but with an effort they managed to stay calm.

Before dawn four helicopters staged themselves in the air above Tiburon and Belvedere across from the island. At 5:30 am it was determined there was enough light for them to begin their runs and they came over the island and dropped loads of water, a couple from belly tanks and a couple from large buckets suspended by cables. They made another run and another run, pulling water up from the lakes nearby on the mainland. Within the hour the fire was under control. The hotspots which had been held at the Fire Road by the firefighters were doused.

After that all the tension was gone. Cal Fire arranges for food for firefighters and the caterers arrived in the morning. Breakfast signaled the end of the fight. After that it was cleanup. Everyone’s mood shifted. It became a friendly and relaxed gathering of first responders, stories to be told, work to be done. No buildings had been lost, no firefighters injured. There was no one else on the island, just us. A wonderful air of satisfaction settled over the island, lots of work to do, but the worst part was over.

At three o’clock in the afternoon I left the docks and was off duty. Suzette met me on the main land and we had a late lunch at Il Fornaio in Corte Madera. It was a strange feeling after the preceding 18 hours to be sitting in a nice restaurant and enjoying a nice meal. It was wonderful like stepping through a curtain.

Later that afternoon I came back to work and showed the County Fire Marshall around the island to the scene of the campsite and where the fire started. At the campsite we saw beer cans littering the ground and in the trash. There were wine bottles in the trash as well.  It had been quite a party before the fire broke out. We heard from other campers and some of the girls that the girls had been putting sticks into the charcoals and burning wood debris and running around the area waving their burning sticks like sparklers.

It had been a bad combination of unsupervised children, an illegal fire, and red flag fire weather.

The next day two investigators from Cal Fire arrived. George and George, they said there was good George and bad George but they wouldn’t say which one was which. They were incredibly professional, combing the spot for evidence inch by inch where the fire started. They were both Fire Captains trained as investigative police officers. They were in civilian clothes but they wore pistols, magazines and handcuffs on their belts, serious looking men.

Our own district biologists and the County Forester visited the island. Quickly the conclusion was the fire had not been bad for the island. No buildings were lost. The valuable historical sites were unharmed, Camp Reynolds had been saved. The chaparral in California is fire compatible and the environmental effect of the fire was to clear invasive weeds and revitalize the cycle of the local plants which are able to withstand fire and regenerate themselves. As one naturalist said, it couldn’t have been better if it had been a controlled burn.

Our superintendent was always one to assume control of the situation and he began a struggle with Cal Fire over who was in charge of the investigation. There was never a question that it was Cal Fire but the effect was they stopped talking to us and as is normal in these cases, we never learned about the results and the whole incident just faded into the past.

They quickly determined the cause of the fire was human, that it was negligent not criminal. Before they stopped talking to us I asked what happens in these cases. They said the responsible parties pay the cost of the fire. The initial estimate put the cost of the fire at over a million dollars. I said, if it were me, I just didn’t have the money, what do they do then? They said the judge determines what the responsible parties can afford and they make payments for the rest of their lives. That sounded fair.

I was never able to learn what happened after the first few weeks but it was a solid case against the campers and I’m guessing that the State of California reached a settlement with them before it went to court and they are paying for their negligence. They didn’t seem to be bad people, they just did something very dumb and it seemed fair they should be held accountable for it.

At the fire scene in the beginning there was a little girl who was very distraught and had to be calmed down. Of course, no one admitted what had happened. I was sure her parents were going to fight legally any responsibility but I hope they stepped outside of the legal issues and get the little girl the help she needs to understand she wasn't responsible. The guilt she might feel seemed to me to be the worst potential damage of the fire.

The fire was exciting but like all the other events in Parks, within a surprisingly short period of time everything returned to normal. Visitors came, the island renewed itself, and the Park went on.


The photograph is from:
http://www.chriswage.com/2009/08/07/angel-island-on-fire/