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Sunday, December 11, 2016

By Nancy Bartley, The Seattle Times

SEATTLE — Just before dark on the drizzling day, the long line of trucks came back. Windshield wipers clicking, headlights beaming, there were firetrucks, aid cars, flatbed trucks with bulldozers and dump trucks. Dozens of them moved slowly along Highway 530 from the mudslide to the Oso Fire Department.

“They’re coming in,” said Nikki Stinson, as she watched from her front yard. She walked back to the old farmhouse. In minutes, she could hear the stomp of boots and voices as the rescue workers peeled off fluorescent bunker gear, leaving chunks of blue-gray mud on the wraparound porch.

Ever since the March 22 mudslide killed about 20 percent of the village’s 180 people and left several more missing, Stinson, her husband, Corey, and their six children have been helping out. They’ve taken unpaid leave from jobs to “go out to the pile,” the swath of refuse-laden gray mud, moved boxes of donated items, kept the coffee pot going and housed visiting workers.

About 900 workers and 31 excavators remain at what is still a recovery operation. Among the workers is a cadre of locals — usually those with special skills — who volunteer. In the Oso and Darrington communities, most who live in the small houses along Highway 530 have fed or housed volunteer searchers and have gleaned the mounds of mud at the slide scene for human remains or personal possessions. Sometimes they find clues — a comic book, a toolbox, a toy — from how life used to be.

At this time last year, Oso was planning an Easter Egg Hunt, one of the many such events in the small community, where losing neighbors is losing family. The other day, volunteers back from the site warmed themselves at a burn barrel. Against the distant foothills, rolls of blue-black clouds gathered as the last rays of sun slid against wet grass. Smoke drifted from chimneys of houses scattered through the valley.

Next door to the Stinsons, Jeff Smith, 62, came home after working on an access road at the slide site. His wife, Teresa, stood out on the porch with their grandsons as slide traffic crawled past.

Teresa Smith, 61, grew up in their white farmhouse, where American and Marine Corps flags fly at half-staff. Heavy equipment and a flatbed truck are parked at the side.

The day of the slide, she was doing dishes when the lights blinked and her husband, an Oso Fire Department volunteer, was paged. There was a roof in the road and some flooding, something Jeff Smith thought would require putting up traffic cones. Nothing prepared any of them for what they found: a lunar landscape of gray where trees, homes and Highway 530 had been.

The community immediately rushed to the rescue, with the all-volunteer Oso Fire Department first on the scene.