It was late July, the summer of 2001 in Jackson Hole and I no longer had a job that required me to be in the middle of everything going on. But I wasn’t ready to become a bystander, as a thousand-acre wildfire advanced, threatening homes near the town of Wilson.
Using my technique of showing up with more gear than I know how to use, during a time of day when the real people in charge had left, I secured the required clothing and gear to look like I belonged there. Arriving the next morning, I slow-talked people that wouldn’t know any better, and coaxed a ride into the heart of the fire fighting zone. __ More>
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