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IS PLEASANT VALLEY COUPLE ON DOORSTEP OF DISASTER?

January 27th, 2013, 5:00 am by

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Since 1976, Frank and Barbara Sanders have lived quietly on the northern edge of Pleasant Valley along the banks of Camp Creek, giving them a front-row seat to Rock Ledge Ranch and Garden of the Gods.

Last June, the Sanders had a front-row seat for the Waldo Canyon fire. They watched in horror as the hills above the valley became choked in billowing black clouds of smoke and the forest glowed a sickening orange at night as trees torched in the spreading wildfire.

Now, the Sanders may have a front-row seat to the aftermath of that disaster.

Experts fear the Sanders and much of Pleasant Valley could face devastating flooding from ash and debris-laden water with the next hard rain.

The inferno that killed two people and burned about 350 homes in Mountain Shadows also scorched upwards of 18,250 acres in the Pike National Forest, especially in Queens Canyon and the headwaters of Camp Creek.

Experts agree it’s not a question of “if” a hard rain will bring flooding. The question is “when” and “where” the flooding will occur. There are several drainage basins where rainfall, especially a notorious Colorado microburst, could unleash a raging black torrent.

Flooding could occur in Woodmen Valley, below Peregrine, where Dry Creek runs. Or in Mountain Shadows and surrounding neighborhoods along Douglas Creek. Certainly Manitou Springs and the communities up Ute Pass already have suffered and remain vulnerable from Williams Canyon and Waldo Canyon flooding.

But perhaps no neighborhood is more at risk than Pleasant Valley,  a 1950s-era subdivision of about 800 modest homes. It’s a likely target because it’s the first neighborhood below Queens Canyon, where the fire raged for days before exploding down the foothills and into Colorado Springs on June 26.

Any significant rain is expected to carry tons of sterilized soil, rocks and burned timber down the mountainside, through Glen Eyrie and Garden of the Gods before it slams into Pleasant Valley.

A photo by Frank Sanders shows the washed out culvert and portion of Chambers Drive damaged in a 1999 flood near his Pleasant Valley home.

The Sanders’ tidy little home would be swamped by the first wave.

“We are very apprehensive about the next summer or two,” Frank Sanders said. “I don’t know how much mitigation they can do, really.”

The couple bought federal flood insurance. And they have a new weather radio so they’ll hear any storm warnings.

But they keep thinking back to April 1999 when a wet spring and late snow caused Camp Creek to jump out of its banks and into their driveway and lawn.

“The water coming down the street and flowing through our driveway like a river,” Frank said. “It was calf-deep and very swift.

“It gives you a really helpless feeling. All you can do is watch the water rise. It was pretty bad.”

Frank ordered a pallet of sandbags from a hardware store and the city arrived with a long rubber bladder that workers filled with water to create a dike to divert floodwaters around the house.

In this photo courtesy of the Sanders family, Frank Sanders, right tries to remove water from his Pleasant Valley property during a 1999 flood.

“We had an inch of water in the basement,” he said. “We’d have had it a lot worse if the city hadn’t showed up.”

That relatively small flood was bad enough to wash out two corrugated steel drainage pipes that carried the creek under the intersection of 31st Street and Chambers Way. Asphalt hung like a rolling, black tablecloth across the void.

The road was closed nearly a year as crews rebuilt a concrete culvert to carry the creek under the intersection.

“You just wondered how it would ever get back to normal again,” Barbara Sanders said.

Already, they’ve had a frightening hint of what they might expect. Last July, a moderate rain brought swirling black water choked with ash and gravel down Camp Creek.

“It was black as tar,” Frank said. “And it smelled like fire.”

Fortunately, city crews had cleared dead trees at the mouth of the culvert before the rainfall so there was no repeat of 1999. In fact, Kurt Schroeder, of the city parks department, said crews removed hundreds of dead trees and even more live New Mexico locust trees from the creek as it winds through Garden of the Gods.

In addition, he said city engineers are looking for ways to slow any floodwater as it pours through the city park, reducing its possible impact on Pleasant Valley.

El Paso County Commissioner Sallie Clark said the Sanders were smart to buy insurance and get a weather radio.

And she urged the Sanders and their neighbors to attend public meetings like one scheduled Tuesday being sponsored by the city to discuss flood risks and mitigation efforts.

“I don’t mean to scare people, but they need to be aware that this could be very serious,” Clark said.

The Sanders are sufficiently aware, if not downright scared.

“We’ve gone to several meetings,” Barbara said. “We’ve gotten maps of the floodplain and read everything we can.”

In addition, they volunteered their house for taping of a video to teach volunteers how to fill and place sandbags as the city and county trains for possible flooding.

They’d prefer to return to enjoying their quiet old life. But they are preparing for the worst, with a scrapbook full of Waldo Canyon fire photos handy to remind them why they need to worry.

“Our only saving grace,” Frank said, “is that it is going to be a dry summer. There’s not much more to say. We just sit and wait. The more mitigation work they can do on the burn area, the better. We just hope it doesn’t rain hard.

Last August, Camp Creek ran black with ash and soot from the Waldo Canyon fire burn area far above the Pleasant Valley neighborhood in Queens Canyon.

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SHOCKING WALDO CANYON FIRE ANIMATION

August 2nd, 2012, 11:17 am by

The top photo shows the Waldo Canyon Fire on Monday, June 25 as it burned above Colorado Springs. The bottom shows the fire after it exploded Tuesday, June 26, and roared down the foothills into Mountain Shadows neighborhood, killing two people and destroying nearly 350 homes.

Want to watch the Waldo Canyon Fire?

The folks at SimTable.com sent me a link to a computer animation of the fire on a topographical map.

It’s fascinating to watch.

You can zoom in and out of the topo map and see how the fire erupted on Tuesday afternoon, June 26.

Not only did the folks at SimTable.com send me their computer animation for the Waldo Canyon Fire, they made a generous offer to Colorado Springs.

This from SimTable’s Stephen Guerin:

“We’re close enough in Santa Fe for a day drive for a community meeting. We could bring a table and load some of your neighborhoods and simulate potential fires. Waldo Canyon Fire Progression. 2012″

Krys Nystrom with Fire Service Support in New Mexico told me of this fascinating computer program that simulates wildfire behavior. SimTable uses a table of sand, sculpted into mountains, canyons, rivers, plains to recreat the topography of a specific community.

Then the computer model projects a wildfire onto the community, showing how it would burn based on fire breaks, wind, etc.

I would love to see the Waldo Canyon fire recreated on a SimTable.

And I’m guessing simulations of fires on Cheyenne Mountain or in Black Forest and other places would really help educate folks about the dangers they face.

You can also go to www.SimTable.com to see a 30-second video, also.

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HELP THE PIKES PEAK REGION SHAKE THE STINK

July 13th, 2012, 12:26 pm by

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For days after the Waldo Canyon fire, my Jeep smelled like smoke. I couldn’t get the stink out.

The entire Pikes Peak Region is experiencing the same phenomenon. It can’t shake the stink of the fire.

Images on the national news of forests and homes burning led to widespread cancellations at area tourist-related businesses.

Now we’re all being urged to takestaycations.”

Terry Sullivan

Experts say if we all explore our own backyard, we can help our economy.

And we’ll have fun.

I asked Terry Sullivan, longtime tourism guru, if staycations can really help.

“Absolutely,” Terry said. “And there’s a lot we can do by inviting our friends and relatives to visit, too.”

Terry offered this staycation tip:

“One of my favorite things is to get up early in the morning and take a family up the Pikes Peak Highway,” he said.

But he only pays to go to three reservoirs — Crystal Creek and North and South Catamount — where he stops and fixes breakfast.

“I bring premade pancakes and either bring a grill or use the barbecue pits, with caution of course,” he said.

“There’s nothing like having breakfast and looking up on Pikes Peak.”

He’s even been lucky enough to have friends catching fish while he’s cooking breakfast.

My favorite staycation also involves the mountain.

My wife, Cary, and I spent a morning riding down the highway with Pikes Peak Mountain Bike Tours and then had lunch along Fountain Creek at Wines of Colorado in Cascade. Epic!

We also had a great staycation exploring Victor and Cripple Creek. We spent the night in a haunted room at the Victor Hotel, rode the Cripple Creek & Victor Narrow Gauge Railroad and we lost an hour wandering the Victor Cemetery. (We’re strange like that.)

Our staycation list also includes rafting the Arkansas River, a day trip to Green Mountain Falls and hiking at the Crags.

Susan Edmondson, executive director, Bee Vradenburg Foundation and staycation expert

My friend, Susan Edmondson, had tons of staycation ideas involving the arts.

“If you can’t find something fun, brilliant, mind-blowing and great for the whole family in our local arts scene, then you’re just not looking,” Susan exclaimed. (She exclaims a lot.)

Her list includes taking the kids to Millibo Art Theatre’s “Double Bubble” Ice Cream Theatre.

Susan also highly recommends catching James Turrell’s “Trace Elements: Light Into Space” opening Saturday at the Colorado Springs Fine Arts Center. Susan called it ”a mind-blowing installation light sculpture.” And she exclaimed: “This is a must-see for everyone, and I really mean everyone.”

And she recommends Theatreworks “Love’s Labor’s Lost,” at Rock Ledge Ranch, Aug. 2-26, which she described as “Shakespeare in a spectacular setting.”

Susan also touted all the free concerts in the great outdoors pretty much every night of the week – about 125 concerts total throughout the region in the summer. For a great downloadable concert guide go to COPPeR.

Finally, friend Warren Epstein, who seems like he’s on permanent vacation, urged folks to consider an overnight in the Cliff House in Manitou Springs (he loves the signature suites), a visit to the Penny Arcade and maybe a nightcap at the Keg.

“Manitou, especially, caters to people wanting something unusual and unique,” Warren said. “You’ll get a real vacation experience.”

Here’s some other staycation ideas and coupons from area attractions and other businesses:

To get more information from the Colorado Springs Convention and Visitors Bureau, follow this link.

Click here for Manitou Springs area information.

You can find more deals at the Pikes Peak Country Attractions group.

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AS FLYING W SMOLDERS, RUSS WOLFE PERSEVERES

July 11th, 2012, 12:31 pm by

Russ Wolfe, owner of the Flying W Ranch, surveys damage from the Waldo Canyon fire. The mosaic in front of him was part of the Ute Theater in downtown Coloraodo Springs. He salvaged much of the theater to build his western steakhouse in 1969.

Russ Wolfe groaned and shook his head Monday as he surveyed the still-smoldering ruins of his Flying W Ranch, where he’d spent 60 years serving chuckwagon dinners in amid an Old West village and singing cowboys.

“The only thing that’s left is the parking lot,” Wolfe, 87, said in a quiet voice as a light rain fell. “Everything else went down the tube.”

A Flying W Ranch employee snapped this photo while escaping the Waldo Canyon fire as it exploded above Mountain Shadows on June 26.

The Flying W was the first casualty when the Waldo Canyon fire exploded on June 26 and roared down the foothills and into Colorado Springs, eventually destroying 346 homes in Mountain Shadows.

Flaming embers blew over Christmas Rock, which overlooks the ranch, quickly followed by a wall of flames that devoured the historic Flying W, a working cattle ranch and beloved tourist attraction since 1953, known for its barbecue brisket, baked beans and cowboy biscuits served on tin plates.

Flames destroyed the 1,400-seat dining hall. The pavilion and outdoor stage were reduced to rubble, the winter steakhouse an ugly heap of blackened debris.

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Charred concrete foundations or blackened ground are all that remain of a dozen or so buildings that made up his western town.

The biscuit hut looks like it was hit by mortars.

The little church — site of Sunday services and weddings for decades with stained glass from the old Nolan Funeral Home in Colorado Springs — is gone.

The steel beams that held it up were left deformed by the intense heat of the fire.

Thin ribbons of black ash snake along the brick walkways — remnants of firehoses dropped by retreating firefighters.

The old jail was ruined, although its century-old steel cage, which housed Manitou Springs criminals until 1970, remained intact.

The three-story pueblo is gone. Same for the village assembly hall, log cabin, schoolhouse and assorted shops.

The Flying W, the backdrop for countless vacation photos and wedding videos and host of corporate meetings, is utterly unrecognizable.

The destruction was so complete and disorienting that Wolfe had to think hard at times to recall exactly where he was on the property.

“I’m not sure what building that was,” he said a couple times as we picked our way through the debris of the ranch. “I’ll have to get a map.”

Was it as bad as he had feared, I asked him?

“Worse,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, waving his hands in resignation. “There’s nothing to save.”

Yet he remained unemotional and even managed a smile and a chuckle in the face of the staggering devastation.

I asked Wolfe how he controlled his emotions.

After all, this was a place he’d started building in 1948 with his wife, Marian, after he’d returned from service in the Navy at the end of World War II and they joined her parents on their ranch.

A year earlier, Marian’s parents, Don and Minnie Wilson, had sold their place in El Dorado, Kan., near Wichita, and bought the old Douglas homestead, a sprawling 6,000-acre ranch that stretched north from Glen Eyrie almost to what is now Peregrine and east to what we know as Centennial Boulevard.

Marian and Russ Wolfe in the 1950s.

In those days, it was all cattle and horses and rattlesnakes with few trees and fewer people.

“I came here in 1948 to learn the cattle business and I started cooking beans in 1953,” Wolfe said in his customary self-depricating humor.

Actually, the Flying W evolved in those fiveyears.

To supplement ranch income, they started boarding horses and offering trail rides, which were popular with area residents and tourists.

Soon, an evening trail ride was offered and Marian cooked a dinner for riders, which they served around a campfire.

Before long, Wolfe said, more folks were coming for dinner than to ride horses. Instead of just twice a week, campfire dinners were served seven nights a week.

“We started having so many people eating that we got rid of the horses and started cooking,” Wolfe wrote in a 1985 family history.

He hired students from Colorado College to sing campfire songs and the Flying W Ranch Chuckwagon Suppers and Western Shows was born.

A shelter was built for the guests and then a kitchen. In 1957, he introduced the Flying W Wranglers, who became the trademark entertainers at the ranch with a family-friendly blend of humor and western music.

When customers started showing up early for dinner, Wolfe realized he needed to keep them entertained.

He built an Old West trading post.

Soon, he had built an entire western village filled with antiques gathered from across the region.

The winter steakhouse, for example, opened in 1969 with parts salvaged from the Ute Theater before it was demolished on Pikes Peak Avenue in downtown Colorado Springs.

Wolfe reassembled its ticket booth, chairs, wishing well in the lobby and chandeliers.

The Picketwire Bar inside was an 1880s relic he salvaged from southeastern Colorado.

Russ Wolfe tends the Picketwire Bar in the winter steakhouse.

The church boasted pews from an old Episcopal Church in Manitou, a pot-bellied stove from Del Norte  and the piano from a beer hall in Kansas.

The schoolhouse was an authentic 1880s building Wolfe saved from demolition, numbering each board and photographing every aspect so it could be moved, piece-by-piece, and reassembled on the ranch.

The drug store featured parts of the old Sloan’s Drug at Tejon Street and Platte Avenue downtown while the soda fountain came out of the Sweet Shop at Nevada Avenue and Bijou Street.

Wolfe said few of the antiques could be saved. The fire swept in too quickly, with too much fury.

The only buildings that appeared untouched were Marian’s Library, a tribute to his late wife who died in 1999 at age 75, an underground Indian kiva and a teepee erected nearby.

Also intact is the old Miner’s Train, a kiddee ride which chugged through a tunnel blasted by a couple Cripple Creek miners Wolfe hired.

But the disaster is so overwhelming Wolfe can’t imagine the Flying W will ever be the same.

“The fire really did . . . everything bad,” he said, shaking his head and chuckling. “I mean everything.”

He has a hard time imaging how it will look or even where to start.

The exterior of the winter steakhouse, built with parts salvaged from the Ute Theater in downtown Colorado Springs.

“It’s going to be a lot of work,” he said. “It’s going to take a long while.”

His immediate thought is to erect a single building where he can serve his chuckwagon dinners and have a stage for the Flying W Wranglers and a place for meetings and weddings.

“We’ll try to get something back,” Wolfe said. “But I don’t think we’ll rebuild the western village. I doubt it very much if the train will run again.”

But Wolfe will try.

It’s his nature. He said he refuses to give into grief or anger or frustration at his loss.

The Waldo Canyon fire created an inferno so intense a truck and trailer were reduced to rubble.

And he is buoyed by the 15,000 emails and phone calls the Flying W has received  from people nationwide who have fond memories of the place.

“It’s not easy,” he said. “It’s tough to see all that stuff gone.

“But I can’t walk away from that situation. I can’t leave it like that. All burned up.”

Wolfe said he will attack the fire the way he’s always faced problems in life.

“Sure, it would be easier to walk away,” he said. “But I won’t do that.

“I’ve always said when you are confronted with two paths in life, you should always go the way it takes the most effort on your part. It will work out the best.”

So he focuses on how he can salvage what remains and rebuild within the insurance boundaries.

“It’s not something you can solve in a hurry,” he said. “It may take a couple years.

“But I just keep thinking how I can make it better. Our goal was to preserve western heritage. We’re going to rebuild. So I just keep smiling and go on.”

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Follow this link to take a tour of the charred remains of the Flying W Ranch with Russ Wolfe.

 

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WALDO CANYON FIRE: THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

July 1st, 2012, 5:33 pm by

Dozens of homes on Courtney Drive in the center of the photo were burned to the ground by the Waldo Canyon fire on June 26, 2012, as the inferno exploded down the foothills and into the Colorado Springs neighborhood of Mountain Shadows.

 

On Friday night, June 29, I drove home as I have thousands of times since I bought my house in Rockrimmon in 1997. But this commute was like none other.

The last time I drove this route it was in sheer panic. Traffic was insane Terror filled the eyes of drivers around me Tuesday night as everyone was  fleeing the Waldo Canyon fire, which had exploded down the foothills and into nearby Mountain Shadows.

Burning embers rained on me and my skin was stung by ashen 65 mph winds as I  pulled out of the driveway and began my escape. I was soaked in sweat and my  mind raced with what I’d forgotten to grab and debated the best route to avoid the gridlock of Woodmen Road.

On Friday, as I returned from evacuation, it was spooky calm. Streets were empty. Most houses were dark.

I pulled into my driveway and felt a sense of huge relief, tinged with sadness.

I couldn’t help thinking of my friends and the hundreds of strangers in  Mountain Shadows who would never go home. I felt guilty for rejoicing at the sight of my home.

But I was so happy.

I made a quick tour of the place. There was the checkbook I’d forgotten to  grab. There was the gunk on the counter I’d neglected to clean up before  evacuating. There was my son’s unmade bed and pile of dirty clothes.

It was so beautiful to see.

More importantly, I looked out the window where we enjoy watching the world  go by. I saw the shark murals on my son’s bedroom wall. And I again saw the outlines of my kids on the garage wall, documenting their growth.

It brought tears because those are exactly the types of things many others  can never get back.

I stood in my driveway and watched as neighbors started to filter back.

It was a moment I’ll long cherish.

Neighbor Bill came up and we shook hands. Tim, who owns a nearby rental, drove by and we, too, shook. Sadly, he told me his house was burglarized during  the evacuation.

Cars drove by and waves were exchanged.

Finally, my neighbor Jeff came across the street. He’d been soaking his roof  with the hose when I pulled away Tuesday. At the time, we shook hands and said we’d see each other when it was over.

On Friday, we hugged.

We were thrilled to see each other. And we agreed we live in a special neighborhood.

We traded war stories of evacuation.

But all I could think about was the neighbors I didn’t see: our friend and his invalid wife.

Their house was dark. His car was gone. That never happens.

Where were they? Were they safe?

My answer came when I noticed the answering machine was flashing.

At first, I thought it was just my own call Wednesday, checking to see if the  house survived. If my lousy answering machine was working, I figured the house was safe. I was right.

I punched the button and listened to a message that made my wife, Cary, and  me ecstatic. It was the woman who helps care for our neighbor’s wife. They had  evacuated after all. They were safe in a hotel!

The news contributed to a deep sleep.

My most satisfying neighborhood reunion came at 7 a.m. Saturday as I picked  up my newspaper in the driveway.

The neighbors I had worried about were just pulling up.

I approached and he shook my hand and apologized for being stubborn.

I told him I was so worried. We all were.

He is a hero to me, the way he lovingly cares for his wife and still makes  the effort to toss my paper on the porch each morning, spend time with my kids,  buys flowers for Cary on mother’s day, and gives my dog, Nugget, a treat each  time he sees him.

He told me how “guys with guns” knocked on his door at 9 p.m. Tuesday as the  wildfire raged. Someone had called police and asked them to check the couple’s  welfare. (I will never admit it.) It took him 2½ hours to gather his wife and  get out.

And he’s glad he did. Wishes he’d done it sooner. He’s sorry for the fuss he  caused.

I don’t care. I’m just so glad they are safe.

It’s so good to be home.

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WALDO CANYON FIRE: Hell in the rearview mirror

June 29th, 2012, 6:34 pm by

This was the view from Chapel Hills Mall when the Waldo Canyon Fire exploded down into Colorado Springs' foothills neighborhood of Mountain Shadows on Tuesday, June 26, 2012.

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On Tuesday, June 26, I said goodbye to my house and my neighbors and started my life as a Rockrimmon refugee.

My heart was pounding as I made one last sweep through our little house in Raven Hills. I wondered if my family would ever celebrate another birthday here. I paused at the window where we saw so much wildlife in the woods outside. Where we always put up our Christmas tree.

In the garage, I stopped at the wall where we traced our kids’ profile, measuring their heights to document their growth over the years. I took one last picture of the shark mural in my youngest son’s bedroom, grabbed my oldest boy’s high school letterman’s jacket, took a photo of my daughter at Disney World and began our escape.

I’d fought bumper-to-bumper traffic on my way home from downtown after a 4 p.m. briefing on the Waldo Canyon fire had been interrupted by a stunning mandatory evacuation order for the Mountain Shadows and Peregrine neighborhoods just west of my ‘hood.

My 12-year-old, Ben, was home with Nugget, our beloved dog. My wife, Cary, knew evacuation would mean chaos and began an urgent trek from her west-side store to reach them and get them to safety. I wasn’t far behind as I left downtown.

Neither of us could believe what we saw: a hurricane of fire had erupted in the foothills. Cary called me describing menacing flames along 30th Street and Centennial Boulevard. I figured she must be exaggerating. Then I got closer and faced the otherworldly orange glow of the swirling clouds and winced at the ash-filled, 101-degree winds.

I joined a line of cars backed up along Rockrimmon Boulevard and Delmonico Drive like I never could have imagined.

Intersections were blocked by panicked drivers trying to escape. Sirens wailed all around. I felt trapped in a horror movie.

A friend called and described houses ablaze in Mountain Shadows and urged me to join the exodus. And we did as soon as we grabbed mementos, photo albums, computers, even a cribbage board my father-in-law made.

Cary, Ben and Nugget left as I gathered all I could. Before leaving, I checked on my neighbor across the street. He refused to evacuate with his invalid wife. It was a sickening feeling to give up my pleas and get on with my own escape.

By then, embers were falling on my shake roof and I knew it was time to jump in my Jeep and flee. If only it would start. It had choked on the smoke on the drive from downtown and wouldn’t turn over.

My head exploding, I finally coaxed it to life and headed toward Woodmen Road. Except I couldn’t get near it. Panicked evacuees had turned it into a parking lot. I had to go west, toward the flames, to escape. But that route was blocked as well.

Finally, I went into four-wheel-drive, hopped a curb, blasted down a hill, across a soccer field and over a trail to reach Rockrimmon Boulevard where six lanes of traffic were headed east on both sides of the median.

And there I sat in traffic. It’s a memory I’ll never forget. I teared up as I scanned the surrounding cars. Everywhere were children, scared and crying, their parents looking deathly afraid and, in my rearview mirror, a view of the gates of hell.

Overwhelming relief rushed over me as I reached Interstate 25 and I started putting miles between me and the apocalyptic wildfire that was consuming the foothills.

I felt guilty about abandoning my home, my neighbor who refused to evacuate and all the others still sitting, petrified, in traffic.

I was one of the lucky ones. My family was safe and we had generous friends who took us in, fed and comforted us. By Wednesday morning, it seemed our neighborhood had survived. But it’s small comfort because so many neighbors have lost so much. And this catastrophe isn’t over.

To all the victims, I can only say I’m so sorry.

Homes in Mountain Shadows burn as the Waldo Canyon fire explodes down the foothills of Colorado Springs. By Jerilee Bennett, The Gazette

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