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
August 17 was the first time that Dr. Raymond G. Bayles, an active
Bozeman MD, had got to bed at a decent hour in weeks. The tremors he
felt in Bozeman were strong enough to damage buildings on Montana State
College campus in Bozeman. Recently Bayles had bought the 50-room
Stagecoach Inn at West Yellowstone, and he was concerned about the Inn
and its employees. The phone service to “West” was out. As the night
dragged on, the radio brought him the news that “West Yellowstone was
close to the center of the quake, and that the road to ‘West’ was
impassable.”
[Illustration: Road dropoff on Route 287 along north shore of Hebgen
Lake between Hebgen Dam and the Duck Creek Y. (Wide World)]
He chartered a plane at daybreak. On the way to “West,” he had the pilot
fly down over the Madison Canyon. The dust had pretty much settled so
they could see the massive slide in detail. Just above it a group of
people (the Osts, Fredericks, Smiths, etc.) were waving for help. The
lake was beginning to form in the canyon behind the slide. More people
were standing near their cars and trailers halfway between the slide and
the dam. Just below the dam was another caravan which included many
station wagons. On the dam spillway someone had spelled OK-SOS with
pancake flour in big white letters, and marked a big cross on the
highway, in a spot suitable for a helicopter landing. Dr. Bayles
realized that there were injured among those trapped in the canyon.
As they flew low over the lake, they saw where buildings and big
sections of highway had dropped into the lake. On the usually clear
surface of the lake, somehow as a result of the quake, thousands of logs
appeared, probably submerged logs shaken off the bottom. There were
virtually no boats visible.
At the Stagecoach Inn he found the staff huddled around a bonfire under
the trees across the street, where they’d been since the heavy tremors
began cracking plaster in the building. The exception was Jane Winton, a
nurse, who managed the hotel, and had bravely stayed on duty at the
desk.
[Illustration: Stranded docks raised by the quake action which
raised the south shore of Hebgen Lake eight feet.
(U. S. Geological Survey)]
They gathered splints, medicines—whatever emergency material they could
find—and went to the airport. The pilot flew to a field big enough to
land on at the Watkins Creek Ranch, on the south side of the lake about
two miles from the dam.
[Illustration: “OK SOS” signal to airplane.]
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