On Wednesday I went for some exercise under the oaks at the Sepulveda Dam. For once I didn’t bring my camera but I thought, Things Look Dry….especially in the peripheral quadrants, those coyote-brush chaparral flat no-man’s-lands that fill in the corners made by the 405 and road crossings.
Thursday it caught fire, and by Friday morning, much of the refuge was in cinders, the barren ground still smoking.
Things could have been MUCH worse. The wet center of the refuge — along Haskell Creek — is where the most sensitive habitats are, and the most diverse micro-ecologies cluster together. Most of this was spared.
The Monarch butterflies’ vernal pool was spared and is a-pop with milkweed. Two sugar bushes: one quick, one dead. Two yards separated them; the Yards of Fate.
The outer chaparral quadrants, on the other hand, were ecologically extremely compromised to begin with. Not long ago the City raked the invasive scrub off to keep the homeless out (psst…, that’s not a solution either for homelessness or for wild lands management..)
Of course the land was never restored in any way — it was just disturbed with earth movers and then left to go to weed, and then tramped by hoboes and cruising truckers into a maze of hardpack paths. The first panel, below, is the result. Coyote brush is the only native plant that was able to gain a foothold amid the inflammable Spanish pasture mix mess that sprang up and gave no quarter. Even at full height the huge coyote brush can can only peek up through the wavy mass of desicated mustard whips, looking like green easter eggs hidden in a dry-tinder-grass basket. That shit is six-feet high.
The brave firemen used the road as a fire-break, and saved the opposite quadrant almost completely! (Woo hoo, LAFD!) They are still at work dousing smoldering oak logs and even oak roots. But amazingly, they were able to save one tiny little grove with a spectacular coyote brush in full ecstatic summer bloom. Bless it. May its seed scatter wide across the black earth!