Where is the Dragon Bravo Fire burning at the Grand Canyon? See the map
Lightning started the Dragon Bravo Fire on July 4, 2025. The fire was burning in the ponderosa pine forest within the northern national park boundaries, consuming 5,000 acres. The entire North Rim of the Grand Canyon was closed. The fire had burned between 50 and 80 structures on the North Rim, according to park officials.
Arizona Gov. Katie Hobbs on July 13 demanded an investigation into the federal government's handling of the fire on the North Rim and officials' initial decision to manage it as a controlled burn.
Click on the map to zoom in on the fire location.
This article originally appeared on Arizona Republic: Map: Arizona wildfire burning on Grand Canyon North Rim
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