We have some acreage out in the remotest of the Frazier Park boondocks, called Lockwood Valley, and sadly, the only area on the land with any trees fell victim to the burn. What used to look a little like this:
has been cleared out and scorched.
Where there used to be tall sagebrush, there is now black ground, flame-licked and barren. Walking on it felt a bit like what I imagine walking on the moon to feel like. Of course, that could just be the funky boots I borrowed from my mom.
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will the burned trees make it back?
how sad, but hey, no rattlesnakes...
i don't think we'll know until spring. some trees still had bark and a few needles- those pinions are pretty rough and tumble.
aww. i am sorry. glad the house is safe though. my mom went through that a couple years back. she was evacuated for over a week, had the cat with her in a hotel room. i know what you mean about walking on the ash it isn't just the boots but those look like they added to the experience.
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