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Go to Mt. Baker Theatre March 7 to hear Timothy Egan discuss his 2009 history of the nation’s largest wildfire, which in the summer of 1910 blazed out of control in Idaho and Montana’s Bitterroot Mountains, killing more than 85 people. That’s almost the same number, 86, who died in the not so poetically named Camp fire which destroyed Paradise in California last fall.
This countywide Whatcom Reads is sponsored by that county’s library system.
That is the power of libraries: to make connections, bring people together and open windows to view the vast world beyond our walls.
Why have Egan, one of Washington’s best known residents, a National Book Award winner, discuss this book?
Because there is no longer a forest fire season in the west. Wildfires are now commonplace year round.
Because an anti-government faction disdain federal employess, perhaps especically from the forest service, national parks and Bureau of Land Management, and want to sell off and privatize our vast common heritage, public lands.
Because corruption rules in this presidential administration, with swamp creatures who want nothing more than to destroy regulatory agencies appointed to direct them.
Because swamp creatures in the extractive industries are bosom buddies with their regulators.
All this was true with a vengeance in 1910. It was not a smidgen different from today.
Egan has heroes: Gifford Pinchot, John Muir and most notably, Teddy Roosevelt. All loved the land more than monetary wealth. All spoke truth to power.
And none of them ever gave up.
Out of the ashes of the Great Fire, as it was named, rose the modern U.S. Forest Service. Congress and President Taft were cowed by the disaster and the force of citizens kicking those early 20th century money changers out of the nation’s temples that were their, and are our, public lands.
Out of the ashes of that fire sprouted a national ethic, indeed creed, that these lands are our lands, to be preserved, period, and appreciated by those with the willingness to walk into them and also to be preserved for those who would never see them and preserved for untold generations into the future, not yet born. That is each generation’s legacy to our collective future, our present, our very existence.
These might be the lessons the Whatcom County librarians want us to learn.
The price of admission? Nothing. It is free except for the gas it takes to get you and your friends there.
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