By Roger Auble (Rogindaup) on Friday, August 10, 2007 - 07:12 am:
As a 15 year old YCC-er at Clear Lake near Shingleton in July 1976, when the Seney Refuge Fire started. YCC was a Summer Youth Employment program in the 1970s, equivilant to the Civilian Conservation Corps of the 1930s. Clear Lake Camp, built by the CCC in the early 30s, is approximately 17 miles from the Refuge. That first night everyone in camp awoke about 3:00 AM, because of the smoke. As I remember it, the smoke was so thick we could barely see our hands in front of our faces. No one knew what was going on, and everyone was terrified the camp was on fire. The scene was chaotic for quite a while, with adults & students alike all running around trying to find the cause. It was not until approx 8:00 AM the Camp Director got information that lightning had struck somewhere in the Seney Refuge, nearly 20 miles away. For the next several days we YCC-ers continued working in other areas of the Hiawatha National Forest, doing campground maintenence & forest regeneration projects; and every evening listened to news reports on the status of the great fire. After 3 weeks however, fire crews had contained enough of the fire -- but were so exhausted & under-manned -- the Forest Service decided to let some of our work crews participate in some clean-up/"mop-up" activities, behind the regular fire fighting crews. The fire was mostly out in these areas; but in spots smoldering stumps, glowing embers, & charred brush piles still posed a danger of reigniting fire below the surface in the peat. It was our job to go through & put out "smokers," using 5 gallon water cans outfitted with squirt pumps, carried on our backs. I well remember slogging through muddy bogs & cedar swamps with that 4o+ lbs water can strapped to my back, hour upon hours, for what seemed like days & days. It was physically exhausting work; yet thrilling to be involved in. It was nothing, however, compared to what the real fire crews had accomplished just days before.
Thirty-one years later, living as U.P. Transplants & former Trolls in McMillan, the Sleeper Lake Fire brings to mind these recollections; along with a deep respect and appreciation for what crews are battling and accomplishing a mere 6 or 7 miles north of our home. During the Summer of 1976, being on the edge of a great forest fire seemed a great adventure & exciting experience. This summer, as several of our friends & co-workers are misplaced or otherwise touched by the flames of a new fire sparked by lightning, we salute & say thanks to the dozens of fire fighters, volunteers, support personnel, and local businesses who are working to help bring the Sleeper Lake Fire under control.