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An hour later, the high-low siren echoed up to our ridge from Jones Bar Road. The sound lurched in my chest. We had to go.

From our front porch, we heard the constant drone of helicopters retrieving water from reservoirs in the mountains to dump on the fire.

There were six of us total: three men and three women. Our trip focused on disarmament and making people more aware of the concerns surrounding nuclear war.

I remember my first day of fieldwork, walking into a high-severity burned area. It was dramatic—all these black, dead trees, but with bright green fireweed growing underneath. Seeing that contrast and observing all the new life returning was inspiring.