The Night the Mountain Fell: The Story of the Montana-Yellowstone EarthquakeChristopherson, Edmund
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The Night the Mountain Fell: The Story of the Montana-Yellowstone Earthquake
Christopherson, Edmund
Earthquakes -- Montana; Earthquakes -- Yellowstone National Park
At the campground they found two campers dead, killed in a bizarre and
gruesome accident. The E. H. Strykers of San Mateo, California, were
camped on an improved campsite, with a fire site, a picnic table, and a
place to park their car. Their three youngsters slept in a tent 100 feet
away. The quake dislodged huge, eight-ton chunks of rock, and set them
bounding downwards in a freakish, crescent shaped path, tearing the
ground, and toppling 60-year-old fir trees in their downward rush.
Nimbly, two of these boulders bounded over the picnic table, stacked
with food, and landed squarely on top of the sleeping bags in which the
Stryker parents slept.
[Illustration: Cliff Lake tragedy—another view.
(U. S. Forest Service)]
“It wasn’t pretty,” Stevens said. “But there wasn’t anything we could
do. The rocks were too big to move, so we went down toward the Shaw
Ranch and got Frank Shaw to take his 4×4 truck up and move the rocks off
them.
“We drove back down to the highway to continue up to the canyon. In the
freshening daylight on the way down from the high bench back into the
valley we could see a couple of trailers down the highway near the mouth
of the canyon. A Fish and Game Commission plane flew over, radioing
something about an obstruction across the lower end of the canyon, and
having two to three hours to get the people out. We had no idea what
they meant. We got to the trailers. They wanted to know how to get
out—the next section of the highway was blocked with rocks and boulders.
We routed them across the river and out Raynolds Pass way into Idaho.
“One of the guys said he thought there were a couple of people still
alive across the river. We got to the slide about 5:45 o’clock—the huge
pile of millions of tons of rock where the highway used to be. You
couldn’t believe what you were looking at.
“Somebody said something about a ‘little slide’.
“‘Little!’ I said to Dutch, ‘I’d hate like hell to see a big one!’
“The after-shocks that kept happening—with rocks crashing down and dirt
and dust blowing up—didn’t contribute to our peace of mind, either. But
we didn’t have much time to look.
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