Of the 25 or so places I’ve fire-jumped into, none was more aesthetic than the Mokelumne Wilderness in California’s Stanislaus National Forest. We camped in a meadow and hiked 2 miles to reach the blaze (called the Irene Fire). That entire area is surrounded by thousand-year-old limber pines and boulders the size of houses. I’d hiked through the High Sierra before, but this felt like a sacred place, especially with morning sun streaming through the smoke and trees. We spent a week there, working our way around the 95-acre fire to contain it.