Slide Rock Arizona Fire Loss
I’ve lived in Arizona for over 50 years, and for most of that time Oak Creek Canyon has been my haven.
I rode down the switchbacks in my girlfriend’s boyfriend’s ’57 Thunderbird, when it was brand new and we were, too. I had my Senior High ditch day at Slide Rock. I swam naked in the creek with one boyfriend and was proposed to by another, sunbathing on the red rocks near the creek.
Oak Creek fed my soul. When my first marriage was disintegrating I’d come down to the creek and stick my feet in the water and just cry until my toes were numb, and then dry my eyes and my feet and pick up the pieces of a challenging life.
This pristine beauty has been a sanctuary and an anchor for me, and I thought it would be always be there. Now it is not.
In just 24 hours, with 40 mile per hour winds and 10% humidity, the fire started north of Slide Rock and raced through the entire canyon. What had been a lush, green oasis in the desert, visited by something like 4 million people a year, is now a blackened crater.
I should be grateful. Thus far no structures have been damaged or people hurt. Part of the canyon, the lower part, they say is still at present intact, untouched by the fire.
Yet I mourn what has passed from my life and never will return.
I can never again experience the healing green, the murmur of the creek, the perspective from the top that said, “It will be OK. This, too, shall pass.”
For it has passed, and this will never be OK.
My husband and I spent our first retired winter in Sedona this past year. For thirty years I promised my friend I would visit, children raised, husband not so enthusiastic, I forged ahead for two years to make a winter stay possible. My best friend from high school lives in Flagstaff, we spent every weekend together. My husband fished while my friend and I hiked, she showed me all her treasured places. I am greatful to have seen the canyon in all its beauty and glory, even in winter. Your description of that loss, woeful as it is, beautifully done! I pray you rest in gods grace that cycles continue and do not serve our purpose and needs. I pray for gentle rains:)