Between the fire lines~
With a fake press pass in hand, I made my rounds through town, gathering tools from friends, a water pump from the hardware store and enough Gjusta bread to feed a small Army. There’s three major checkpoints between Venice Beach and the point where the brave few stayed behind to fight the fire on their own. I’ve been through plenty of tornadoes and hurricanes in my life so there must be something I can do. All my adventure gear and camper were up in flames, along w so many of my surf family homes, turning the mega fire into one of those nothing to lose but everything to gain situations.
As the fire raged on through the remaining drought stricken canyons, distress calls and rumors of starving animals cut off by the blaze made their way to our crew of unlikely hot shots. With thousands of horses throughout the windy canyons and a fire that moved like no other, many animals were left behind w no help able to get through. Luckily for them, a 250 gallon tank was commandeered from Larry Thorne’s farm, hay bails from anywhere I could find them and hoses that were brought in by boat w the rest of our gear needed to whoop this fire. The nights were spent driving the streets in groups of four, looking for flare ups that could possibly get out of hand and threaten the unburned houses.
Here, my truck, Brutus delivers water, feed and insulin to the Decker’s as the next canyon over burns in a matter of hours.