Some summers are destined to generate cherished memories.
Interspersing regional Fire history as well as dangers and details of the work, she journeys back to the narrow catwalks and stunning panoramas--a place where storms are building, the Forest is dry, and any lightning strike could ignite a raging wildfire..
In The Last Lookout , Nancy shares stories from those two exciting, magical Fire seasons, along with their return as volunteers 37 years later.
The Forest Service decided to close the Dunn Peak Lookout, so the couple spent the summer of 1973 at the Middle Sister Peak tower, ten miles southeast of Avery.
They spotted wildfires, were startled by their first cougar scream, encountered a wide variety of human and animal visitors, discovered delectable huckleberry patches, and simply enjoyed the enchanting beauty all around them.
Despite the primitive conditions, Don, Nancy, and their Dalmatian, Misty, settled in and came to love their Lookout life.
He watched for smoke during the day and the glow of Fire at night, and learned to distinguish between blue smoke plumes and white wisps of fog.
Unless it was foggy or raining, the Forest Service required Don to conduct binocular searches from the catwalk at least twenty minutes of every hour while he was on duty.
That night--engulfed by lightning strikes and filled with adrenalin--they faced their first storm.
A battery powered two-way Motorola radio would be their only connection to the outside world.
There was no electricity or running water.
Furnishings included a single bed, small bookcase, cabinet, and table, and a wood stove.
Once they arrived, they breathlessly lugged provisions and water up steep stairs to its fifteen-by-fifteen-foot cab two stories above the Forest floor.
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Don\'s first post, the Dunn Peak Lookout, was located eight miles northwest of Avery in Idaho\'s St.
For married high school sweethearts Don and Nancy Hammond, they happened in 1972 and 1973, when Don\'s lifelong dream of being a United States Forest Service Fire Lookout came true.
Some summers are destined to generate cherished memories
