Just where you'd least imagine it

The San Jose Mercury News has the article:

After an overnight fire had gobbled up several hundred acres of Angel Island, the historic state park was smoking like Mount Vesuvius on a bad day. Picking at their eggs Benedict dockside in Tiburon, vacationing breakfasters gawked at firefighters marching up the gangplank to the tourist ferries shuttling them off to battle. Flocks of geese shared the blue skies with helicopters scooping water from Petaluma Creek, dribbling their payload onto a sparkling Raccoon Strait. And out on the island, where nearly 400 of its 740 acres would be singed by midday, hangdog fire crews moved up the perimeter road in Disneyland-like trams designed for tourists, quietly listening to the park's history lesson on the loudspeaker that no one could figure out how to turn off.
But as fires go, this one had a fairly happy ending. By noon, Park Superintendent Dave Matthews ran down what one park official called "the hits, runs and errors'' of the campaign: "The fire's 75 percent contained,'' he told reporters, "and we hope to have it completely contained by the end of the day. The fire covered 380 acres; we have 275 firefighters fighting it; and the only structure we lost was an abandoned water tank, and it was not a historic building.''
That was the best news anyone who knows and loves this shimmering emerald of a state park could hope for. Its 120 buildings were backdrops to nearly 150 years of Bay Area history — from the garrison and artillery posts that protected the area against Confederate raiding parties prowling the Pacific during the Civil War, to the immigration station from the early 1900s now undergoing restoration; to the World War II-era garrison and the Cold War Nike missile base.
This living relic of a lumpy green island, it appeared, would go on to live another day.