Urgh. I meant to have this out last week, but I was a bad blogger and didn’t finish researching it before I left for Oregon. Then I got back from Oregon and found myself distracted by shiny things. The cat nobly stepped in this week and forced me to spend several nights pulling together the research for our next few installments. There’s nothing quite like a homicidal felid purring quietly on your legs to keep you focused, eh?
So here we have the story o’ the Bulge. Or at least the parts of it I understand. It’s complicated, at times it involved surveying equipment, and I might have gotten the details about which bits of Seattle are equivalent in size, but it should be broadly correct. Enjoy!
Also enjoy these two photos that didn’t make it in to the main post. You can get a sense of how chaotic and cracked the bulge was from the first. And I’m just entertained by the second: these are serious scientists doing serious work in a dangerous area, but it still looks almost comical with the wind blowing one dude’s hair all over and the other posed rather melodramatically. Judging from the other photos I’ve seen of scientists taking geodetic measurements, that’s just how this particular piece of equipment forces you to stand. But still, it’s a lighthearted-looking moment, and I likes it.