Joy Smith, who is the executive director at FieldHaven Feline Center, and Jennifer Petrushka, who oversees Pet Rescue and Reunification, overtook the establishment with a single-minded passion of cats, knowing themselves how much domestic felines can captain, positively, one’s psyche.

Lucidity was no more for many pet owners after Nov. 8, as their house cats were now on the prowl and renamed “fire cats,” masquerading behind weathered fur coats, which may have been singed, and enraged locomotion.

At a discounted rate, compared to the opening weeks following the fire, cats are coming in being micro-chipped, vaccinated and spayed or neutered, nearly six months after the disaster.

Hundreds of pets were on the lam following the Camp Fire, which displaced 35,000 people.

The outset of this pet restoration typically begins with an owner reporting a missing cat. Once there is reason to believe that a cat, or a group of cats, has gone astray, Jen and company put feeding stations out in the wilderness, with game cameras overhead, so that the feline will be more susceptible to entrapment — this is all, in their hopes, en route to the facility. Trappers, who are strict volunteers, are then deployed to hover over the feeding stations and decide whether to hand-trap or drop-trap.

Though the procedure seems guerrilla, what the two women, and their respective organizations, have done since the Camp Fire is metaphorically ink a thick tale of derring-do.

“The cat comes in, and the first thing we do is scan for a microchip,” said Smith, who then takes many pictures, all to potentially suss out distinct features, such as white on the belly or markings on the whiskers. “Of course, when you have a plain black cat, it makes it really challenging, but there are things, like Jen taught me: we run our hand down the tail — and if you feel a bump, ok, that’s a distinguishing feature.”

All this subtlety is then posted only on Facebook, where the deduction of one-time owners, whom may have already submitted pictures to Smith or Petrushka’s organization, takes full rein.

There are a lot of false alarms involved in this kitten espionage, however.

“Chances are that black and white cat — we might be looking for ‘Prancer,’ but we’re probably going to get 20 or 30 of them,” said Smith, who only had experience in the “trap, neuter, return” philosophy, upon meeting Petrushka.

A proactive way to nearly ensure reestablishing relations would involve the microchipping of the animal. Because that hasn’t been the case, an abundance of cats has arisen, so much so that there are two other cat shelters in the area: Fur, which has 20 to 30 cats, and Fire Cat Farm, which sprang up in response to the Camp Fire and holds a large social media following.

“But it was so big, that it was beyond anybody’s scope…ever — this was beyond Katrina,” said Smith, who knew people from Alley Cat Allies who worked during the deadly hurricane. “There was just a lot of confusion.”

Petrushka began handling fire cats after the Tubbs Fire, which occurred four hours southwest of Paradise in 2017 and had half the impact of the Camp Fire. Now, caged kittens have built a decent rapport with her.

Reestablishments between cats and humans — and subsequent tears dropping by the gallon — have occurred because of a noticeable kink in the tail. Conversely, once-upright spines have slouched once the two women turn an owner, whose description doesn’t line-up, away.

Sometimes, it’s hard to tell, for the person…and the cat.

Cat post-traumatic-stress disorder exists and, according to Smith, can manifest in self-inflicted starvation and severe isolation. With toys at their disposal at the facility and usual collective choruses of mews ringing out at night, PTSD cats can usually be identified by their lack of participation by Smith and Petrushka. Enlarged hearts due to smoke inhalation can also alter a cat’s presentation.

If a cat is too far gone, as determined by one of the few veterinarians, they can be placed in rehabilitation centers.

Smith lives near the facility, so, it’s not uncommon for her to go home once a week. Petrushka, meanwhile, hasn’t been home for two months. In both cases, their families understand.

“They aren’t just like humans, but there are always going to be triggers,” said Petrushka, using an example of an active fireplace serving as something that could exhume the stresses from the Camp Fire.

On the morning of Nov. 8, Smith was giving a presentation on behalf of FieldHaven in Butte County, one in which she mentioned the sheltering of animals of evacuees. By midnight, she was living her previously spoken words, setting up shelters.

“People would go to the Red Cross Shelter,” said Smith, “and their animals would come to us.”

A thick, orangish fog of flames stood dormant for many hours. Meanwhile, Smith was being told that she would be receiving 600 cats and a bigger building, only to receive far less of what was presented.

Though Smith and Petrushka didn’t pursue dogs after the fire, canines are typically seen as less survivalist than cats, who are more independent and cunning. The period for recovering dogs ended far before cats, because most dogs either went with their owners or perished, or walked willingly up to strangers to be rescued.

A poor game of telephone — or simple bureaucratic strife, according to Smith, who was somewhat sympathetic toward city officials — was played between the Butte County Office of Emergency Services: the Incident Command Center and the Operation Center, in Oroville, Butte County Animal Control and the North Valley Animal Disaster Group, who helmed the animal response unit.

Bags of cat food have been donated via drives, while toys have been made out of Dollar Store trinkets, with many coming via online donation, too. The women estimate that over 800 cats have been rescued by FieldHaven Feline Center and Pet Rescue and Reunification alone, even though the two teamed-up just in early February.

With this temporary hump being over, and fewer people visiting, Smith and Petrushka, with the support of FieldHaven Feline Center and Alley Cat Allies, are not resting on their laurels, as not every citizen has gotten back their cat(s). But, they believe, like many others in Paradise, people in the community can rebound as fervently as ever.

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In his late 30s, Coglin decided, after a few lost years in Southern California, to trek north, live with family in the Paradise area and undertake welding and drafting at Butte County College, where he became certified.

While in the process of job-shopping, Coglin wasn’t satisfied with making $10 hourly. In early 2015, he noticed that there was only one go-to shop for bikers — something he was in his spare time.

“The old bike shop had a sign outside that said retirement sale,” said Coglin, who inquired about opening his own, after being told the owners of The Bicycle Shop weren’t selling.

A Toyota Tacoma Double Cab was all it took. After selling his prized truck for nearly $14,000, he was able to open his shop, monopolizing the bike scene in the town.

“When the shop opened, I had a bunch of tubes in display cases, and maybe five things hanging here, maybe seven things hanging there…, a repair stand,” said Coglin, who didn’t have bikes available for purchase until many months into his ownership.

While Nov. 8 was in its infancy, Coglin started his morning by checking his Facebook feed. A buddy of his from the unincorporated Concow, a neighbor of Paradise, had posted a video, doing his best “reporter in the field” impression, as flames punctuated the mise en scène.

Now, for Coglin, the winds could swerve vehicles and the smokey sky render clocks irrelevant, as he had to focus on the non-manmade semiotics and act accordingly.

“I got up, went outside and the porch lights are on, because it’s so dark…, midnight at 8 a.m.,” said Coglin, who saw ash falling but was void of smoke inhalation, as his mother, a five-time fire evacuee, did dishes calmly and patiently took cues from the radio.

Having been evacuated three times as a fire precaution, Coglin maintained the composure of a funambulist taking the final baby steps high wire, as he stuffed his cat in a carrier, took two shirts, a computer tower, and an envelope teeming with meaningful photographs.

“When you’re grabbing things to take with you, the main thought is ‘What can’t be replaced?’” said Coglin, who believed the fire was going to be controlled to where he could honor his left-behind valuables again. “My backseat was empty — if you’re thinking that you’re not going to see anything else, I would’ve grabbed tons more.”

His new Chevy HHR, with two bikes suffocating in hatchway, paused, as his street turned into a parking lot. Once his township ditched all quotidian attitude, he headed south on Clark Rd., which was operating on a makeshift third lane, all while a firetruck convoy — consisting of more departments than Coglin had ever seen — spanning multiple miles, stippled the side.

Being a local business owner, Coglin, whose shop on the main drag wasn’t directly harmed in the impromptu path of the Camp Fire, can still empathize with the many who lost their ventures, as just blocks behind his business still lay ashy cars and maligned fences.

“One of the things about this town is…there isn’t a lot of big business,” said Coglin, who said public officials have voted countless times to shoot down the possibility of erecting Wal-Mart, or something in the same vein.

The dependency of common goods moved people, and their attentions, to nearby Chico, as the staple grocery store in the town, Safeway, burned along with other stores in its surrounding plaza: a bank, a few pizza joints and glamour stores. Before the fire, one could, in Coglin’s words, “make do” with the lineup of convenience shops, shoe stores and a stationary outfit.

Because of the foothill town being 18 square miles, of which many were scorched, Paradise isn’t meant to be of dense commercial heft. There also isn’t adequate plumbing to make the grounds populationally opaque, as there is no sewer. Starbucks has been the only major business to push their thumb on this scale, by securing their own septic system — a feat in a topographically lopsided place.

Typically, the Paradise Bike owner capitalizes on parts and accessories, but, since many have lost their two wheels in the aftermath, locals are nabbing new bikes. Given his fortunate position as a surviving business owner, Coglin’s mode of enterprise could be the frequency to which others now visit, that is: seek out the local necessity to create a collectivist town, where faces are recognizable and redwoods sky upwards, to help Paradise with its rebirth.

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Despite the town’s diverse arboreal presentation, no cherry trees, which engender a lot of ground in California, are present, as thousands of trees were eradicated after the fire, while many are still being sawed – but in Japanese folklore, the Sakura tree represents good fortune and revival.

After a seed of sewing interest was sown six years ago, Jamie Kalanquin’s affection for plaid, a pattern known for its outdoorsy-ness, was the driving force behind her business model, which she was eager to construct.

“It was one of those niche markets that was like ‘Oh, I found my thing,’” said Kalanquin, who has changed her business names like a poker player changes hands, before settling on Thistle & Stitch.

After many notepad scribbles and subsequent Googles for hints of nominal availability, Thistle & Stich was decided. The thistle is the national flower of Scotland, a country that is known for its plaids and tartan, also. Stitch was self-explanatory in this sequence, given her background.

“I’ve done craft fairs over the years, here and there, but nothing very official,” said Kalanquin, who grew her business with more local fair appearances and a strong social media presence.

From two yards of fabric to two bolts of fabric, she has suffered no undercutting in her efforts to support local families. Days after the fire, a close friend gave her a gift card to a nearby fabric store — a voucher to rejuvenate her motivation, a means to keep up with her flooded inbox.

Banners, Christmas stockings, tree skirts and bags all stuff her creative inventory, though scarves, which provide the best profit margin, are her bread and butter. She personalizes items, with custom embroidery and monogramming, after people reach out to her in-person or through Facebook, Instagram or Etsy. Donations have been flying in, through Etsy, an e-commerce website that is contingent upon handmade, vintage items and craft supplies.

“I’m still working my stock and rebuilding the variety in my stock, while trying to stock a store in Chico,” said Kalanquin, who turned peripatetic, post-fire, with her husband — a Paradise native — and their toddler.

Prior to the fire, the married couple confidently moved everywhere from Alaska to Colorado to Santa Rosa, before buying their first home in Paradise, six months before the Camp Fire. After the fire, a many-months stay at her mother’s house in Redding, where there was enough space and clean air, ensued — though they slept in a garage, while other family members occupied the other rooms.

Between Thanksgiving and Christmas of this past year, she made roughly 1,500 scarves, or 50 scarves per day, in a makeshift craft studio. All the machines and fabric that she had repurchased were sprawled out on her mother’s dining room table, while the surface used for cutting fabrics was an out-of-commission pool table, which was camouflaged by medium-density fibreboard.

“With the Camp Fire, there’s just so much support, people wanting to help and support my business,” said Kalanquin, who doesn’t employ anybody else under Thistle & Stitch. “When I was just ready to give up and be like, ‘Well, there goes everything I worked for,’ it was just the opposite.”

Since the fire, quilting hasn’t been her top priority, as timeliness has been stressed, but that hasn’t stopped the self-made business owner.

By January, the trailer, which was parked in her in-law’s side yard in Chico, was thrown into the fold, with its front door kept ajar, as Kalanquin and her husband shuffled back-and-forth between living spaces.

Despite being prolific in her needlework and watching her business multiply, Kalanquin, who eventually wants to create pieces for national parks but currently has friends bending her ear to churn out baby-crib chew barriers, bunting and kitchen curtains, is committed to the area.

“This is where we want to stay, this is where we’re called to be,” said Kalanquin, who has rebounded, thanks her Christian faith. “My value and my hope are not in stuff.”

Immaterially, Kalanquin, and many of those like her, bleeds devotion to Paradise, threading families together with cherry-colored plaid.

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The Pacific Gas and Electric Company had lines in this area, which surrounds Paradise, Calif. After humidity abated, dropping to 22 percent, and considering the wind gusts in a usually dry area, the investor-owned utility, who provides natural gas and electricity to most Northern Californians, could’ve preemptively shut down power for only the second time in its history. Instead, they refused to, and California suffered its deadliest wildfire ever.

Though blackened trees are still abundant, scorched cars still form battalions in debris-ridden parking lots, and once-standing local businesses still appear swallowed by nature, Paradise’s retention rate, which typically oscillates between 15 and 25 percent, according to Tami Ritter, a Butte County Supervisor, is still unpredictable at this point.

The fervor in this environmental reclamation effort cannot be lost, as evidenced by the most recent incarnation of the town’s Gold Nugget Days, a tradition that was birthed 100 years after the 1859 finding of a 54-pound golden nugget.

Jeff Dailey, a recreation supervisor for the Paradise Recreation and Park District, coordinated the 2019 event, which included 65 local vendors selling everything from scarves to picture frames to baked treats — nobody set on dissolution, everybody plugged-in. Though this is a microcosm, populationally, of the city, the love for trade and camaraderie remains wholly actualized.

A middle-class dream, Paradise never expects to house a major business within its parameters.

There’s one Starbucks plucked downtown, on the main drag, which seems almost gaudy: a California fan palm surrounded by various fur and oak trees. Places like Paradise Bikes and Fir Street Gifts are present — not exactly Wal-Mart, whose potential existence has already been dissuaded by town officials, and another Amazon warehouse.

For the owner of Paradise Bikes, Rich Coglin, a Toyota Tacoma Double Cab was all it took. After selling his prized truck for nearly $14,000, he was able to open his shop, monopolizing the bike scene in the town — not that that was his intention. He was merely trying to fit into the unassuming landscape, provide a blue-collar service, unmitigatedly.

Though he, like very few, was able to keep his establishment, due to the aleatory, block-jumping nature of the Camp Fire.

On the morning of Nov. 8, after having been evacuated three times as a Paradise resident over the years, Coglin maintained the composure of a funambulist taking the final baby steps along high wire, as he stuffed his cat in a carrier, took two shirts, a computer tower and an envelope teeming with meaningful photographs.

Mirror this image with the executive pastor of Paradise Alliance Church, Tim Bolin, whose wife, Yvonne, was hanging around their house, helping her husband grapple with pictures, computers, blueprints and permit papers. The feeling is palpable, as one cannot help but insert themselves into the malaise, one in which exploding butane tanks are heard and orange, foggy mist is seen, amidst an early morning severely turned on its head. The two Bolins wound up bunking with one of their son’s friends, in a house teeming with humanity: 20 people, with 10 hounds to boot.

There seems to be little ego in Paradise — or nearby Chico, where many bunked up (including the Bolins, Coglin), and establishments, like the headquarters of Paradise Recreation and Park District, moved.

In a change of events, Paradise Alliance Church, one of the few operating churches in the area, has rerouted its expected usage, outside of typical Sunday service. Everything from Paradise Irrigation District meetings to community dinners, the latter of which have been hosted by Bolin’s son, Steve, have been held there.

“If Paradise is going to recover, grow and flourish without a community –that probably won’t happen,” said Steve Bolin. “So, we decided: let’s just start opening our doors, offering meals, offering coffee — whatever it is just to get people around the table to share experiences, share empathy.”

There also isn’t adequate plumbing to buttress a presumptuous, non-coffee-shop corporate giant, as there is no sewer, meaning that the town, one of the largest in this rare department west of the Mississippi, runs on septic tanks. Perhaps a treatment plan is on the way, or a sewage linkage with Chico, a city that plays the role of Paradise’s older sibling.

Perhaps, all the low-level complexes of Paradise poeticize a deeper point: that the people in the town are grounded — despite their domain existing on a slope.

The grit and improvisation, so strong it would match Coltrane, is exemplified in one, Jamie Kalanquin, who, between Thanksgiving and Christmas of this past year, made roughly 1,500 scarves, or 50 scarves per day, all in a makeshift craft studio. A handful of re-purchased machines and fabric, of which was partially purchased by a gift card provided by a friend, were, at that time, sprawled out her mother’s dining room table, while the surface used for cutting fabrics was an out-of-commission pool table, which was camouflaged by medium-density fibreboard.

“With the Camp Fire, there’s just so much support, people wanting to help and support my business,” said Kalanquin, who serves as the lone face of Thistle & Stitch, a company she conceived about six years ago. “When I was just ready to give up and be like, ‘Well, there goes everything I worked for,’ it was just the opposite.”

Supported by FieldHaven Feline Center and Alley Cat Allies, accomplices Joy Smith and Jennifer Petrushka overtook a warehouse, currently bereft of an operating thermostat and supported by beaucoup floor fans, with a single-minded passion of cats, knowing themselves how much domestic felines can morph, positively, one’s psyche. Outside the makeshift, non-profit establishment, there is a camper parked on gravel that has acted as a stopgap home for the two women: Smith visits her home once a week, while Petrushka hasn’t seen her house in two months.

Since Nov. 8, they’ve returned 800 cats to their rightful owners, and, though the procedure of drop-trapping cats near set-up feeding stations seems guerrilla, what Smith and Petrushka, and their respective organizations, have done since the Camp Fire is metaphorically ink a thick tale of derring-do.

Not everything is hunky-dory, as there remains a short supply of affordable housing and many one-time Paradise residents who have no desire to return to their old stomping grounds. The town toggles between ghost town and strong independent community. When just providing optics, though, the outlook cannot be confused: this seems to not be paradise lost; rather, it seems like Paradise is just coming into its own, unsheathing a more powerful development of itself beneath its ashes, over the once-trammeling effects of the fire.

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Because of the solid walls of smog surrounding the area, which led to a bevy of asthmatic treatments, a young Tim Bolin, along with his family, left the splashy filmic epicenter for Paradise, a town whose population, at the time, could have trouble stuffing a modern professional basketball arena.

Years later, his father and brother started a construction company, but a supersaturated market forced the family to emigrate to Redding and Sacramento, as well the Bay Area. Even with the temporary lopping of his family tree’s branches, Bolin, in Paradise, still had time for church and ameliorating the lives of those less fortunate.

“I was 29, I had three kids, and made the decision to go into ministry,” said Bolin, whose familial business had, at one time, employed over 150 carpenters over the northern region of the state. “But it wasn’t that hard — my dad and brother supported me 100 percent.”

He left his family in Northern California, headed to the Arden Hills, Minn., a city with an area less than 10 square miles, for ministry school, where he secured his degree after three years. This was merely a rendezvous, as the Bolin band eventually returned to Burbank.

After being a campus pastor who wrote Bible curricula, took kids on mission trips and built a men’s ministry — where he ran a Bible study with 100 to 120 men per week — Bolin elected to watch his kids, who were now on the verge of reveling in full-blown adulthood. Once back in Paradise, Bolin manned his current position of executive pastor at Paradise Alliance Church, one of the few churches that the Camp Fire eluded.

What distinguished the church from the rest of the establishments in Paradise was its mere re-opening, just weeks after Thanksgiving, days before Christmas Eve.

Bolin and the church’s lead pastor met about the possibility of a Christmas Eve service, in an effort to ribbon the displaced with sanctuary. The two felt the need to get off the dime, as they knew the church had electricity and a functioning well system — both of which were coming a dime a dozen in a town devastated.

Members of the Paradise City Council worked with the PAC and surrounding places of worship to contact PG&E, whom could provide temporary natural gas — enough to heat the building. Samaritan’s Purse, a nondenominational evangelical Christian organization that provides spiritual and physical aid to affected people around the world. swooped in and asked to be a part of the re-opening effort. The org’s president and CEO, Franklin Graham, telephoned Michael Odell, one of Bolin’s donation managers, and donated 10,000 pillows.

“{Graham} said, ‘Everybody affected needs to have two pillows,’” Bolin said, who saw over 1,000 people at each of his three Christmas Eve services receive gifts. “Everybody from the fire that came off the ridge, got a $50 gift card.”

There was a surfeit of people on a night where the notion of excess was null and void, and, thanks to the president of Panera Bread, everyone was plated a free meal. Children were in awe over a newly implemented snow machine and toys that were coming from communities six-plus hours away.

With about 60 percent of his congregation strewn across 48 other states (sans Alaska), due to the immediate, geographic swiping of the Camp Fire, Bolin has planned everything from cleanup projects benefiting schools to costless weekly community dinners put on by 15 to 20 volunteers at the PAC.

The prevailing perception is that the fire could’ve easily been avoided, though many aren’t certain who to pillory. Bolin is more sure, as he believes that special interests have bastardized the encompassing Paradise environment.

“We’ve stopped logging, we’ve stopped cleaning forests out,” said Bolin, who thinks a healthy balance could’ve been struck for forest maintenance, which, in turn, would’ve impaired the impact. “This could’ve been preventable — I’ve talked to so many forestry and firefighters, even legislators.”

The secretary of Interior and Secretary of Agriculture, along with state officials and senators, met at the Paradise Alliance Church.

“With our building standing, we have an obligation — and we know that as a church, too,” said Bolin, who has helped open his church’s doors for PID water meetings. “Our building is used almost every week.”

On the morning of Nov. 8, a notification saying there’s a fire in Concow came to Bolin’s attention. He thought nothing of it, and had a meeting at the church, which had served as an evacuation center for previous disasters — such as the near-busting of the Oroville Dam in 2017. After the meeting, a limb from a cedar tree, of which there were none near the church, flew to the nearby ground, which poetically corresponded with a text message of warning from Bolin’s brother, Tim, a member of the city council.

Propane tanks were exploding like bombs in a war zone, as the red skies hung like a canopy. A first responder told Bolin to leave, and promptly hung up on him.

“I looked around — neighbors’ houses are burning,” said Bolin. “And, I said, ‘The first thing we have to do is grab the plans and the permits, because we’re going to have to rebuild.’”

Yvonne, Bolin’s wife, who was around their house, which they had lived in for a mere week prior to the fire’s mayhem, helped her husband grab pictures, computers, blueprints and permit papers. Before heading to the church, Bolin watered down the gutters to ensure leaves wouldn’t catch fire and spread.

The PAC’s maintenance guy, Dave, exhausted every fire extinguisher on the perimeter — as all the water pressure that could’ve helped in theory was disabled — only succumbing to the flames right before a firefighter, in an act of grand heroism, sprayed the side of the building.

Bolin headed south on Skyway, a crucial road into the city, and, from a Walgreen’s parking lot, called his son, Steve, whose wife, Hope, was coming off shoulder surgery and was overseeing the couple’s children. The younger Bolins were safe at a hospital, where firefighters were.

“Businesses that I’d grown up with are going up and burning up, and just seeing the horror of people running, several of the police officers and sheriffs I was talking to direct traffic — asking them if there’s anything I can do to help,” said Bolin, who was resisting tears and acting as that calm, until he heard his family was protected — he then lost it, emotionally.

Thanks to Bolin’s youngest son, Cliff, the immediate Bolin clan had found solace and shelter for the interim in Chico, with Cliff’s friends. The human-to-dog ratio was two-to-one – there were 10 dogs.

Now, Bolin and his wife have fully rebounded, living in their untouched domain in Paradise.

“I believe it’s going to be a great community, once we’re done, because of the planning going on and the restructuring of things,” said Bolin, who has faith in his 10-year outlook of the city, Urban Development Associates (UDA), as well as those Paradise residents committed to their domicile.

The signage dotting Paradise’s main entry road, Skyway, has been donated by outside sources, solely to frame the collective mindset in a tender spot of good graces, one that’s not deterred by resilience and abandoning what was, for many, a showy Northern Californian epicenter replete with strong schools and droves of locally owned businesses. Bolin buttresses the community by pirouetting strongly on his faith, gluing families together and offering largely overlooked but wholly necessary food.

Christmas Eve introduced the vision, while every moment since has been a manifestation of communal tether, reliance on resilience and the anchoring of spirit. These acts have never left Bolin, and, because of that, Bolin will never leave Paradise.

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The Pacific Gas and Electric Company had lines in this area — more specifically Pulga, which surrounds Paradise, Calif. After humidity abated — dropping to 22 percent — and considering the wind gusts in a usually dry area, the investor-owned utility that provides natural gas and electricity to most Northern Californians, could’ve preemptively shut down power for only the second time in its history. Instead, California suffered its deadliest wildfire ever.

According to a recent press release from Cal Fire, “The tinder dry vegetation and Red Flag conditions consisting of strong winds, low humidity and warm temperatures promoted this fire and caused extreme rates of spread.”

In what could’ve resulted in only spoiled refrigerated food and shoddy-to-no heat in households, the failure to take precaution turned into spoiled mornings for many residents in Paradise and surrounding cities in Butte County. Enter: Alex Brown, the vice mayor of Chico, and Tami Ritter, a member of the Butte County Board of Supervisors.

The next morning, while natural smokescreens were adorning the air and flames were playing tag with the ground, Brown and Ritter were driving in Chico when they saw a sign on the lawn belonging to East Avenue Church designating the spot as an evacuation center. Ritter, who had built a professional history in emergency sheltering up until that point, volunteered with her wife for the next two weeks, before those displaced moved to the Disaster Recovery Center, where the couple then did intakes with United Way.

According to Brown, former residents of Paradise have found solace inside Chico, creating a city within a city. But, with the 20,000 new inhabitants integrating themselves into a nearby community — one with expired emergency shelters and an overwhelmed water and sewage system — there is a problem: the straw that stirred the drink is now without a liquid, existentially trapped in an arid wasteland.

Though retention rates, which typically oscillate between 15 and 25 percent, according to Ritter, are a concern, the post-hoc personal blaming of The Camp Fire has been miscalculated. On the front end, Ritter believes escape routes should not have been to blame but, rather, city planning. That means more locations cleared for shelter, more room for natural fire breaks, and the ridgelines of every cul-de-sac, of which there are many in the area, needing to be more spacious.

“I keep hearing, ‘There’s only one way out of Paradise’ — and that’s not true,” said Ritter, who believes that more prescribed burns, fuel reduction and better-structured housing units (with fewer stories) could also concoct the antidote to preventing future fires.

What has stalled prompt FEMA efforts can be reduced, mainly, to the anomalistic volume of rainfall, and subsequent flooding, from earlier this year: Forest Ranch, an unincorporated community less than 8.5 miles from Paradise, received 54 inches, from the beginning of the year until the middle of March — a mark that can typically exceed yearly Valley totals. Toxins in the parched soils and creeks have been rinsed by the influx of water.

“Where we had cleanup started, where trees had been removed — it’s the roots of those trees and that brush that are holding our top soil in-place,” said Ritter. “So, the risk for mudslides increases as well.”

Before FEMA could complete its debris removal, and CAL OES and CAL Recycle could spearhead their cleanup efforts, the land had to be dry, originally. The serious rainfall has turned scraping one layer of top soil into, potentially, a few layers.

Early on, the Butte County Board of Supervisors had meetings with CAL OES and FEMA, during which the Board was given a guideline that, as long as people were 100 feet from the burned structure, they were allowed to return to their property. Later, CAL OES and FEMA told Ritter and her colleagues that the reimbursements would be in jeopardy, so, the county notified its residents, which lead to some static.

Chico, which wasn’t supposed to surpass its current population until 2030, has suffered dearly because of the Camp Fire — the costliest disaster in the US in a century ($16.5 billion). Before the conflagration, though, the city had issues.

“We have an even lower stock of affordable housing,” said Brown. “A problem that was already existing with our population levels, before the fire, has now been massively exacerbated following the fire.”

The fire, which took 85 lives in Butte County alone, has cast those affected into seas of overpopulation, starvation and homelessness, but the community within a community has been a fulcrum of empathy, a fastener of solidarity, as Chico and Paradise see their respective trajectories reach a proactive point, thanks to city officials like Ritter and Brown. As a fire burns a landmass to reboot botanical means, so the Camp Fire burned to permit more detailed law-making and preplanning, all for the sake of stronger unity amongst Northern Californians.

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