Nearly everything else she owned was consumed by a fast-moving wildfire that destroyed her house, along with 100 other structures in the small Northern California timber town of Weed. In my head, I still see my couch and the living room floor. On Tuesday, she walked through the devastation alone, taking pictures with her pink smartphone of the high school baseball field and other landmarks. At her house, all that remained of three motorcycles, a piano and a chain saw were pieces of charred metal in the remnants of the garage. Stonecypher was afraid to look in the blackened fridge, which had been filled with meat from a trip to the grocery store.