Little Wolf Creek fire
I dropped pack, Visitor asked if I was going to look at it. "Hell no, I'm going to fight it." Stupid bravado is the margin note I have in my journal -- yep. But we could see the burning leaves half way up in the rhododendron thicket. Gary and Kelly dropped their packs and followed me up the hillside.
We started stomping on the burning leaves, clearly ineffective; so we began to dig a break by hand. That means we were furiously clawing the ground to clear a few feet of leaf litter and dead wood from the line of the fire. The fire was only on the ground, not in the canopy. Visitor and I worked in front of the flames like this, away from each other. High Spirits and Breeze came up when D.C. went down for H2O.
Amazingly, the five of us were able to contain the fire in less than two hours. What a mess. More than an acre burned. Just when the break was complete and we joined our circle around it, the fire jumped it at the top of the hillock. Some more digging with our claws and this time, we had it.
We all went in with water bottles and boots, stamping, spraying (and yes, peeing on) hotspots.