Folsom Tornado Blues

This afternoon there was tornado touchdown at Folsom Lake which even raked the top of part of the dam and came close to harming some people out walking atop it. Below are three different views of the event.

Butte Fire From Jackson Overlook Next Day

For the second day in a row, somebody captured an interesting (to me anyway) image of the Butte Fire from the Jackson Overlook along Highway 49 just north of Jackson, CA. As I mentioned in the caption for yesterday's image, I've driven by this location more time than I can count and have stopped here on numerous occasions.
Photo by Ed Joyce (all rights reserved).

Nightmarish Butte Fire Night Scene

This is the Butte Fire as viewed from Murphys, CA, looking northwards tonight. This fire is in its second day and in the most recent update has consumed 14,700 acres. It is closing in on the old burn scar of a fire that threatened Murphys back in August, 1992, to wit, the Old Gulch Fire which consumed well over 100 homes and 17,386 acres. Obviously, this fire is not adhering to the usual pattern of wildfires calming down at night but appears to on the move.
Photo by and courtesy of Jeremiah Johnston of Murphys, CA (all rights reserved).

Butte Fire From Jackson Overlook

This was the scene from the roadside rest/overlook area along Highway 49 just north of Jackson, CA. In the distance to the southeast is the Butte Fire raging in Amador and Calaveras Counties. I have often stopped here and even more often driven by it without stopping. Seeing it looking like this elicits a lot of feelings for me. I remember stopping here to watch the Canon Fire burning in Alpine County the day it started in the summer of 2002. This fire is much closer than that one was.
Photo by Ryan Yamamoto (all rights reserved).

Another Lowell Fire Timelapse

Tonight on Twitter I found another timelapse sequence from yesterday's initial blow-up of the Lowell Fire in Nevada County. This one is longer and a bit better. It covers the period of 4 p.m. to 6:40 p.m. PDT.

Lowell Fire Day One Timelapse

Today while I was at work the Lowell Fire in Nevada County exploded into existence and immediately behaved like an enfant terrible. The storm clouds atop the smoke column are known to science as pyrocumulus clouds. At last check it had burned 3-4000 acres but no structures yet. *NOTE: as of Sunday evening, July 26, 2015, the fire size has been downgraded to 1500 acres.

Getting Google-Eyed About A Gold Nugget

This 6.07-pound gold nugget, christened "The Butte Nugget" was discovered in the mountains of Butte County, CA, last July. Last week it sold for about $400,000 to a "prominent collector" of whatever this person collects. This person lives in the Bay Area and almost certainly is Tech Money I'd imagine; perhaps even somebody at the top of the food chain of the host of this blog, to wit, Google. I'm glad the nugget is staying home in Northern California. 

I could  not track the photo attributions for these images but undoubtedly all rights are reserved.

Five Great King Fire Photos

As the King Fire in California's El Dorado County (which began two weeks ago yesterday) comes to a close along with the merry month of September 2014 it seems apropos I clear out my download file of images I saved to post here but heretofore have not. Before this fire becomes old news any more than it already is here are five great shots of it from various angles and contexts and photographers.

Photo courtesy NWS Sacramento office (all rights reserved).

Photo courtesy of Dave Giordano (all rights reserved).

Photo courtesy of CHP Placerville office (all rights reserved).

Photo courtesy of Anjali Hemphill (all rights reserved).

Photo courtesy of John Glass (all rights reserved).

Best Extended Attack Video Of King Fire

I have now reviewed all the currently available online videos of the early hours and extended attack phase of the King Fire in El Dorado County from Saturday, September 13, 2014, or two weeks ago tomorrow. Currently, this fire has consumed over 96,000 acres and 80 structures including 12 homes. It is currently winding down given favorable weather conditions over the past week or a little more. This video is the most effective of the batch I've viewed of capturing what it is like in the early hours of a major fire that is getting away. This phase is always the most interesting given the incident is not a controlled one with all evacuations that are needed having been completed and all necessary resources having arrived on the fire. Perhaps it is just my own imagination but in the midst of this sort of situation always without exception there seems to be a sort of subtle, but occasionally disquieting hush as both man and nature seem jointly shocked at what is unfolding. The hush is not entirely or always an aural one but partially a behavior and mental one as both man and beast cease their usual activities and respond to the dramatic change in their environment even if that is merely to watch and be on alert. This footage was shot along the Highway 50 corridor in the Pollock Pines area perhaps a couple of hours after the fire began nearby.

Two King Fire Blow-up Timelapses

The top sequence below was captured today during the big blow-up of the King Fire in El Dorado County. No information was given on the location of the filming site other than the obvious that it is somewhere west of the fire. I would go so far as to say I believe this is somewhere in the vicinity of Auburn, CA, so perhaps a bit northwest of the fire. The bottom sequence below was also shot today  during the big blow-up of the same fire from the intersection of Highway 50 and Missouri Flat Road just west of Placerville, CA.

A King Of A Fiery Eruption

This is the view of the King Fire spectacularly blowing up seen from nearby downtown Placerville, CA, in the past couple of hours as the fire explodes in response to brisk up-slope winds. Note the pyrocumulus clouds atop the smoke bank. Photo credit unknown at present (all rights reserved).

The Sand Fire Early On

Below is a brief highlight real of initial attack and extended attack footage of the Sand Fire in the Cosumnes River Canyon straddling the Amador-El Dorado County line just northeast of Plymouth, CA, in California's Gold Country a few days ago. The fire continues to be brought under control and is now 65% contained. The music to this thing is a bit overwrought but the footage is pretty cool. This area generally is one of my old stomping grounds from back in the 1990's when I was finding myself and healing. It's gorgeous country and I hate to see it burn even while I recognize fire is part of that natural environment.  

A Tale Of Two Sand Fire Drones

Yesterday a private drone operator shot some aerial footage (top-most video below) of Day Two of the Sand Fire burning in the Cosumnes River Canyon straddling the Amador-El Dorado County line in California's Gold Country just east of Highway 49 and northeast of Plymouth, CA. Another private drone operator shot some aerial footage (bottom-most video below) today of Day Three of the same fire. Included in his video below is some ground footage from Day Two. Anywho, one operator was more responsible and stayed a more reasonable distance away while the other was foolish and most irresponsible and flew right into the middle of aerial firefighting operations, his own personal protestations to the contrary. He was not cited but told by CAL FIRE to knock it off as there was a TFR (Temporary Flight Restriction) in place over the fire scene. Regardless, both videos are quite compelling, each in their own way.  

Here We Go!

This is the Sand Fire in Amador County near Plymouth, CA, in the Cosumnes River Canyon area shortly after it started this past afternoon. It got much more dramatic-looking than this not much later as it became a rolling crown fire sheeting through entire stands of pine trees. It consumed multiple structures and tonight has charred 1,300 acres and is only 20% contained. I have a distinct feeling this is going to become a major and perhaps even historic fire, but I'd like to be wrong about that although this thing certainly had "that look" today. We have late summer fuel conditions but at a time when the sun is higher in the sky and overhead longer than when the fuel conditions we are seeing typically occur in the year. This translated to exceptionally aggressive fire behavior even at the initial attack stage.
Photo courtesy of KCRA-TV Sacramento.

California Golden Hoard

A year ago this month the Saddle Ridge Hoard was discovered in California's Gold Country dating back to the 1890's and featuring gold coins mostly minted in San Francisco from the period 1847-1894. The gold coins were stored in eight metal cans holding a grand total of 1,427 coins of $5, $10, and $20 denominations totaling $27,980 in numismatic value. However, given that the coins are gold they are much, much more valuable and given the mint condition of most of them and rarity of many of them  therefore some of them might fetch as much as $1 million apiece. The couple who found the hoard on their property remains anonymous and their location unknown for obvious reasons. This is the largest gold coin hoard ever discovered in the United States.

Coloma California & Sutter's Mill

The first time I visited Coloma, CA, was in 1989. I have been drawn to this place ever since that time as it has become a mental, emotional and spiritual touchstone for me. Something about what happened here draws my soul... it is not the karma of the place (which is bad) but rather the dynamism and lingering sense of historical hangover that permeates here in the context of the foundational changes to which events which transpired here acted as catalyst. In particular the original location of Sutter's Mill and it's tailrace where the initial discovery of gold was made by James Marshall which in turn touched off the California Gold Rush is located in this beautiful little valley. As a reminder that what happened here had profound and tragic implications for other people is the presence of Maidu Indian bedrock mortars inside the boundaries of Marshall Gold Discovery State Historic Park. The following images were taken on a trip to this place in early April, 2001.

Coloma Valley

The South Fork American River looking down-river from the bridge mid-span.

The South Fork American River looking down-river from the bridge mid-span.

Sutter's Mill facsimile

Sitter's Mill facsimile replete with tailrace.

 

Sutter's Mill facsimile showing lumber ramp.

Sutter's Mill facsimile opposite end view showing headrace.

Sutter's Mill facsimile replete with vertical and finished lumber.

That is me standing next to the monument marking the location of Sutter's Mill.

The channel in the foreground is the tailrace of Sutter's Mill where James Marshall discovered gold on January 24, 1848.

A white quartz outcropping rises from the waters of the river just downriver from the gold discovery site.

All photos by Kim Patrick Noyes (all rights reserved)

My Recollections of 9/11

Ten years ago today was one of those days every American (and many non-Americans as well) can vividly remember where they were and what they were doing when they learned of the attacks. For me that day certainly fits that description. However,  I have since I was a child used notable historical events (particularly disasters) that have occurred during my lifetime as navigational landmarks in my memory marking the way for me whenever I try to remember where I was and what I was doing relative to the closest "event". Certainly 9/11/01 and the 9/11 Attacks  are just about the most memorable of those events and dates but for me probably not more so than 10/17/89 (Loma Prieta Earthquake) and 1/17/94 (Northridge Earthquake).

I woke up late (probably late in the 8AM hour PDT) the morning of September 11, 2001, in Room #3 at the Sonora Gold Lodge in Sonora, CA. I slept in that morning due to exhaustion from the road trip with my mother I was in the midst of which had started a few days earlier. The trip had started out as a get-way to California's Mother Lode Country in the Sierra Nevada Foothills. However, on Day Two or so (which was September 9, 2001) we started the day in Cameron Park, CA, and drove south down Highway 49 intending to spend the night at the aforementioned motel to which we had reservations.  At some point in our drive to that night's destination we became aware of a very dangerous and spectacular Darby Fire raging out of control in the Stanislaus River Canyon. We checked it out the rest of that day and spent the night in Sonora that night and the following night spending September 10, 2001, solely fire-chasing the Darby Fire with me taking ample photos and shooting some video of it from various nearby vantage points.

From the moment I started my day that morning I was in high gear anticipating that we might tarry another day to watch the fire pending if it really took off again that day or not by late morning. Failing that mom and I intended to head home to Atascadero, CA. I was taking a lot of home video of the fire and had run out video cassettes (no digital for me) so first thing I did after getting out of bed was to head up to East Sonora, CA, to the Walmart there with the intent of purchasing some blank 8mm hi8 video cassettes and picking up coffee for mom on the drive back to the room.

I only got around to the first item on that list because no sooner had I reached the part of the store which featured what I was looking for before I heard some alarming discussions taking place on the store display TV's sitting in the electronics/entertainment section located on the other side of the aisle from where I was standing. One of the talking heads on the TV broadcast I was hearing said something about when people don't care about their own lives as they did in the 1993 Word Trade Center Bombing they can do so much more harm by comparison "as we see here today". My immediate thought was "oh my God, what are they talking about that would make the 1993 WTC Bombing seem tame by comparison"? So I walked around the end of the aisle and into that section of the store and asked the two female clerks what I was hearing. They explained to me (and you have to remember that this was early on and there was much false info and rumor-milling occurring.) that several passenger jetliners had been hijacked and crashed into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York City which had subsequently collapsed and another plane had been crashed into The Pentagon and yet had crashed into Camp David (actually it had crashed into a field atop a reclaimed coal mining pit near Shanksville, PA, as a result of the passengers turning on their plane's hijackers whom then ditched the plane in the ground) and that there might be more planes (actually that turned out to be yet another false rumor quite fortunately). All I could muster in response were the sorts of expressions of disbelief one might imagine but I also immediately got technical with the ladies and said the buildings couldn't have completely collapsed but merely collapsed from the points of impact upwards. Boy was I wrong; I did not yet grasp the concept of progressive collapse. The buildings' individual levels were designed to hold up all the weight that was RESTING above them, NOT the weight of everything above them falling down upon them.

I immediately took my blank video cassettes to the check-out line and paid for them and fled back to the motel room to tell mom what had happened as I surmised (correctly) that she had not yet turned on the TV as she would have been showering while awaiting some caffeine from me upon my return. I came in the door and she had already showered and was getting prepared for the day. I told her to sit down on the bed because I had something to tell her. I wanted to badly to turn on the TV right away but knew I had to brief mom  before I did so as otherwise she would be utterly confused by what she was seeing. I then related to her what I had heard at Walmart. She was predictably shocked and then I turned on the TV. The first image I saw was live video feed from a helicopter hovering over the water looking back into Lower Manhattan showing the area draped in a funerary cloth of dust and smoke. As it turned out both towers had collapsed entirely and enveloped the immediate area in dust and smoke as well as fires now raged throughout the rubble of the Twin Towers and in the adjacent buildings. Firefighting resources were stretched thin due to the sheer volume of fire and the access problems created by rubble as well as water supply problems created by the destruction of water pipes when the Twin Towers crashed into the ground.

We then proceeded to have breakfast ("to go" food I picked up in downtown Sonora) there in the motel room in front of the television in stunned horror. Watching the Darby Fire was now no longer a consideration no matter what it did that day which I believe was not all that much as it turned out which means we would have driven home that day regardless. We watched the live coverage on TV for a little while and quickly got caught up on all we had slept through. Most disturbing to me were the jumpers. They showed many still shots and video clips of people plunging to their deaths. Given my issues with heights and falling this above all really got to me. I remember one interviewed witness in particular, a short little white guy who was utterly hysterical who speaking to the cameras described having seen the street outside being littered with "broken bodies" and how "horrible" it was. This turned my stomach even more than all the other stomach-turning details we were seeing and hearing.

We were so captivated by what we were watching on TV that we were torn between staying the day and spending another night just to watch what was going on so we missed nothing during the drive home especially if more attacks were forthcoming which at the time and given the rumor mill seemed quite conceivable. Furthermore, at that time I was living with mom and the house did not have television which meant going home would mean no watching history unfold on television. We discussed all this and elected to head home as that felt the best given how the world as we knew it seemed to be falling apart and if more trouble did happen we wanted to be hunkered down in our bunker. However, we agreed to get a motel room in Atascadero and while sleeping  in our own beds spend our waking hours watching history unfold on TV for as long as it felt right.

The drive home was surreal as we came down out of the foothills of the Sierras and across the San Joaquin Valley and through the interior Coast Ranges and home. We both were driving in our own automobiles (mom in her green Ford Explorer and me in my red Chevy S-10 pickup) and traveled caravan-style with me in the lead. It is ironic how we human beings often notice things only when they disappear but otherwise rarely notice what is there. Here in California we get a lot of contrails from jet aircraft both military and civilian given that so many important air routes pass over our fair state and also given the sheer volume of air traffic traveling to and from California. The sky was disquietingly clear and free of any aircraft nor of the typical contrails streaking this way and that way, nearly always many to be seen at once unless the atmosphere is temporarily hindering their formation as happens but never for long. There was not an airplane of any size or shape or configuration to be seen anywhere the entire drive home. All the while witnessing that bit of oddness our radios were tuned into the live coverage and report upon report, rumor upon rumor kept flooding in, sometimes accurate, sometimes not entirely accurate or altogether false. However, my nation's nerves were shot and hysteria and paranoia were quite understandably rampant.

It felt really good to get home, but no sooner had we gotten home than I drove over to the Rancho T Motel and checked us in and started watching the live coverage on TV with mom soon joining me. We proceeded to live there the rest of that day and late into the evening watching the story unfold live on television. The next day we rented the room again and did so day after day for the next several days until we had been there almost a week. Although we slept at home at night we oft visited the room and made it our 9/11 "crash pad" (no bad pun intended) watching the live television coverage and reading the newspapers. We soon developed a routine of what we ate and where we got it from and became regulars in the neighborhood that week Of course we could have simply stayed home and purchased a television and a cable television contract but the thinking at the time was that we did not want television in our home in general and emotionally it helped to deal with this disaster by staying close to home but not feeling trapped within it so it was nice to have a place to go that was nearby but not home itself. Also, we believed 9/11  would soon pass which it thankfully did. Nothing else of note followed thereafter other than two costly wars, one the following month and one a year and a half later. The funny thing is that ultimately 9/11 blew the doors off our abstinence from television as we soon thereafter purchased a new TV and got cable television reinstalled at the house where it remains to this day.

I could and probably will right a separate essay henceforth on the after-effects of 9/11 on me personally and on my nation and its people and how we all live now and how society changed (and did not change).


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