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Osha Gray Davidson | Rolling Stone | Reader Supported News | August 3, 2013
It was the sound of her neighbors’ propane tanks exploding that convinced Nancy Myers she had run out of time. Twenty minutes earlier, the 57-year-old potter had been standing with some friends on a rock-strewn hillside above the village of Yarnell, Arizona, on a hot Sunday afternoon, watching the red coil of flames unspool in the distance, certain that everything was going to be OK – despite the “prepare to evacuate” order issued by the county sheriff’s office earlier that day. “Then the storm came down the mountains,” she remembers. “The wind shifted and it came straight into town. There was ash and smoke everywhere and big old flames. I went into panic mode.”
It’s been four days since Myers floored her old Corolla and headed north to safety, and the terror caused by the Yarnell Hill fire, which started on June 28th and overtook the town two days later, hasn’t fully left her eyes. We’re sitting outside a Red Cross shelter, as Myers puts on her sunglasses even though it’s late afternoon and the sun is low.
“Today’s the first day I haven’t cried all day long,” she says, but a hitch in her voice suggests she may start again. “The first day, I cried for my house,” she explains. When she learned it had been spared, she cried for friends who lost their houses. But mostly she cried – and will continue crying for some time – “for all those beautiful young firefighters.”
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