That’s an FBI term, by the way. An ambitious person is said to have blue flames coming out of their arse. That’s neither here nor there, but is the sort of free-association that happens when you haven’t had enough sleep, and you’ve just been writing up a several week extravaganza of phreatic eruptions at Mount St. Helens.
I’m going to go drink to Dave Johnston, who first saw the blue flames dancing within her craters, and Dwight Crandell, who called the conclusion very nearly perfectly. Join me in raising a round to their memory.
To them, and to the utter awesomeness of volcanoes. Fizzics is great, but I *heart* volcanoes
But volcanoes is physics! Just more complex and messy than what straight physics deals with.
Awesome post Dana. I have a feeling we’re building up to something big…
Shit, Dana. Prosewright and wordsmith, you are.
I hope she posts some of her fiction, too, once she has the time for it…
And that post is a dreadful cliffhanger – dreadful in the sense that I hope the next installment is up soon, because my suspense level is at unhealthy levels. Even though I KNOW what (sort of) happens next. Please turn this series into a book.
David Johnston resides in my memory as a doomed hero, living and working at the heart of the danger zone and giving the warning to Vancouver with what must have been nearly his last breath. Always happy to drink a toast in his honor.
And I’m with rq–can’t wait to read the next installment of this, even though I also know what happens next.
A geology professor sent me, Don Mullineaux and another retired geologist down at CVO in Vancouver the link to this article. Great piece and accompanying photos. RQ is right – you should turn it into a book! Very nice tribute to my Dad, Dwight Crandell. Thanks Dana.