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Survivors recall that horrible day. It was 8am on Thursday 8 November. He heard the piercing metallic clang of propane tanks exploding in the distance. Goggia inhabited the same stucco, three-bedroom house he grew up in. Now it was time to leave. By 9am he was on the road, accompanied by his tabby cat, Mikey.
But the street was so clogged with people trying to escape that Goggia barely moved. The fire was getting closer. The van was going to burn up with him and the cat inside, he thought. So he turned back around against the traffic. Soon at least 86 people would be dead in a new and ferocious kind of climate change-inflected wildfire. And Paradise would suffer a fate that appears increasingly likely: the total destruction of a modern American city.
In truth, if this was a utopia it was a mellow sort. Dating back to the Gold Rush, Paradise was less a garden of earthly delights than a quiet community of 27, with homes and trailer parks hidden amid dense stands of pines and oaks. Most here were middle and lower income.
The population skewed towards retirees, but residents say there was also a younger influx escaping real estate prices elsewhere in California. When a Starbucks opened several months ago, a local joke went, Paradise had truly arrived. But one menace was constant. Wildfires are a normal part of the forest ecosystem in California, and over the past decade parts of Paradise have been threatened by at least four fires. More than structures were destroyed in Recent conditions have boosted the risks. Years of drought exacerbated by global warming have left its forests achingly dry and littered with dead trees.
And because there has been a policy of suppressing wildfires to protect homes and businesses in the state since the early s, the landscape is now unusually dense with shrubs and young trees that would otherwise have been burned off by naturally occurring blazes. It sits on a ridge between two canyons that meet like the lines at the top of a triangle, providing magnificent vistas but also impeding escape in the event of a disaster.
One main thoroughfare, Skyway, le out of town and into the valley to the west. Residents could opt in to an alert system that would notify them of trouble via telephone, text andand Paradise had an emergency plan that split the city into evacuation zones. Evacuations would proceed based on which areas were affected, and during a disaster, cars would be permitted to use both lanes on certain ro to flee. But the plan, officials would later say, had a crucial vulnerability: it did not envision the panicked evacuation of the entire town at once.
On the day the blaze broke out, Susan Van Horn was having trouble sleeping. Lying in bed in her double-wide mobile home, she noticed the wind: gusts tearing through the oak trees on her half-acre property, falling branches and acorns clattering on to her roof. Normally the wind in California blows from west to east — from the Pacific Ocean inland. But, particularly in the fall, a different Seniors wanting sex Paradise Nevada co emerges: hot northerly air from the Nevada deserts courses over the Sierra Nevada, rushing downslope over towns like Paradise.
These are winds that firefighters fear because they disperse wildfire embers like dandelion seeds flung into the breeze. In Paradise that morning, Seniors wanting sex Paradise Nevada co were northerly gusts of up to 70mph. Cal Fire officials are investigating a second possible ignition point, also at 6. Rob Nichols, 51, an year veteran of the Paradise police, rose at 7am to gusty winds and an unsettling red glow in the sky, visible from the back patio of the home he shared with his wife and young stepchildren.
The glow concerned him, and he called a colleague at the station, who told him about the small fire burning near Pulga. Paradise, the colleague said, would probably be OK. When Nichols arrived at work, calls were pouring in, and ash was falling from the sky as if from a volcano.
He had a very bad feeling. He called his wife and told her to pack the kids in the car and leave. Evacuations were ordered for the tiny communities east of Paradise, but the situation quickly spiraled into something far more terrifying. The flames were being propelled downslope by gales at speeds of 80 football fields a minute. Suddenly they were approaching Paradise itself. At around 8.
Nichols and a trainee officer went looking for flames. They drove past the homes of family and friends and arrived at a small gated lot where they found the fire. It seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. They hopped a fence and Nichols turned on a hose, but no water came out. By this time, firefighters were being inundated with calls from all over town and could not respond.
The pair were left with no choice but to run from house to house, banging on doors to alert people, some still asleep, that it was time to go. Nichols recognized what was happening. Extreme winds were lofting embers to areas far to the west of the main body of flames, igniting so-called spot fires.
These spot fires destroyed all hope for an orderly evacuation, said Nichols. That could be because the fire destroyed cell towers and other communication infrastructure, preventing the alert from reaching some residents. After all, fires were a regular part of life in Paradise. So she and Arianne, 17, and Arissa, 16, climbed into her car. On the way they noticed that the pines were coated in ash, as if there had been a blizzard.
She dropped them off, but at around 8. At Paradise elementary, a teacher named Lynn Pitman54, had also seen the smoke and thought little of it. When it became so stifling that the children were sent in from the playground, she began to worry. Outside it was now growing dark, as if an eerie twilight were falling at 9am. Forcing cheeriness, she gave them snacks and began playing games, until police came through to check the building and told them to move.
Buses were waiting next door, they said. The winds were blowing plumes of smoke low over the town, forming a choking, swirling shroud about 1, meters deep. A fireman seemed shocked to see Pitman. The buses had already left, he said, and instructed her to find a car.
Pitman quickly flagged down a woman named Millie, who she vaguely recognized, and threw herself and three students in the car. But it was no escape. As many of the tens of thousands of inhabitants of Paradise, and of Magalia higher up in the hills, all tried to leave at once, the result was predictable but no less horrific: gridlock.
Cars, RVs and trailers inched along as the fire outpaced them and trees and homes on either side of the road went Seniors wanting sex Paradise Nevada co like torches. Some vehicles ran out of gas or caught fire themselves, blocking the way and making the jam worse. Inside their car, the temperature was rising. One of the boys asked if he could pray, and for a while they could all hear his small voice asking Jesus for help. Pitman called her husband to apologize for not leaving sooner.
By now, the fire had morphed from a countryside blaze to one that raged its way from building to building. But decades of research into fire safety and changes to building codes were meant to have ameliorated large-scale structural conflagrations, said Faith Kearns, a researcher at the University of California Division of Agriculture and Natural Resources. In recent years, though, things have begun to change. The main drivers, Kearns believes, are a more extreme climate and more people living in fire-prone, semi-rural areas.
Back on the road, Allyn Pierce, the manager of the intensive care unit at Adventist Health Feather River, was on the run with two colleagues. The air conditioner was running full blast, yet the windows were hot enough to burn skin.
Trying to keep the atmosphere light, Pierce put on music. Its driver jumped out and ran. Soon the firefighters began covering their windows of their truck with heat-reflective blankets — their last resort when surrounded by fire. Pierce recorded a video for his family and friends, and buried it deep in his center console, hoping that it would survive if he did not. He expected that flames would overtake his truck in minutes. Pierce made it. A bulldozer miraculously appeared and began clearing abandoned cars to create a path out.
By Pitman also eventually made it off the ridge with her students — a journey that was usually 20 minutes took over three hours. On TV, she watched footage of her school burning. Ken Lowe had never seen a fire so intense.
Near the Fastrip gas station in the north of town, as vehicles began to catch fire and their occupants fled with nowhere to go, Lowe and his crews did the only thing they could think of to save lives. They shouted for people to run toward the wide intersection.
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