I was there about seven years ago, along a highway that went through several detours because the main road went over areas that had caved in. I recall one section where the rocks were frosted with sulphur, the trees were blackened, and steam came from glowing cracks in the hillside.
I got a tour of a mine about eleven miles from the fire’s edge, where they were mining as fast as they could before the fire arrived. The mine engineer insisted that the fire couldn’t be stopped because it was taking its oxygen from the water in the rocks.
My best guess is that it’s still burning.
“It ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive”
Bruce Springsteen