When I used to go sailing and there was lightning, we used to joke about sailing over to the boat that had the tallest mast and sit just off it until the storm passed ... but it wasn't a joke.
Did you know that if you're struck by lightning and survive, your hair can turn white instantly? ...
http://s225.photobucket.com/albums/dd30 ... d-01-1.jpg From an early post called
Your worst night camping.Postby WarrenH ยป Mon 11 Jan, 2010 7:54 pm
When Haley's Comet last visited, a few decades back, I spent a few weeks traveling around the Alps with my girlfriend Helen, photographing Haley's Comet.
I photographed structures (huts and chairlifts) and in the most amazing landscapes that I could find to show-off the comet. I'd spent months preparing to do this assignment and weeks photographing the comet. I was working as an editorial photographer back then. My job was to capture Haley's Comet.
Each day, during the late afternoon, I photographed a different landscape in Kosci'. With the camera left on the tripod, after the first shot was taken, later I'd do a double expose of the comet trail, an extended time exposure usually.
Helen and I were on Carruther's West Ridge on the Main Range. I had set up the tent on the highest point of the ridge above the Sentinel Track. The first shot had been taken looking over the Sentinel into Northcote Canyon. The camera was on the tripod, waiting for the comet to rise (about 9pm) to do the overlying comet star trail shot thingy. The evening was well below zero and sheet lightning and a storm, came in without any warning ... like totally life threatening lightning, flashing as brightly as daylight and with gale force winds and no chance to even count to "one-Mississippi," between the thunder claps and flashes.
Like we were on the highest point getting totally hammered and I had a raised metal object, a large tripod beside the tent with sheet lightning all around.
I was half naked in the tent, changing clothes and Helen was asleep. I had to get the metal tripod away from the tent as quickly as poss' because the thunder was right above us. I ran away from the tent and laid the tripod come lightning rod flat on the ground and recovered the camera. The sheet lightning was supplying all the illumination needed to leave the tent, as bright as daylight ... the wind was absolutely hammering.
I was maybe 30 metres from the tent and the illumination from the lightning stopped. Then total blackness. With a roaring wind.
Helen couldn't hear me. I couldn't see the tent. I was disoriented in the wind but facing into the prevailing wind. I couldn't see didly-squatt. Helen was sleeping through the storm and didn't know that I had left the tent.
I couldn't find the tent after much searching, while half naked and freezing. I could have been within a metre or two of the tent at any stage and not found it ... nor have Helen hear me shouting because of the howling wind.
I walked down wind to start the search again. If you know the Sentinel falling to one's death has happened to other people.
I left a wrapper from a Cadbury's Picnic , in the vestibule of the tent and it had eventually blown out. In one flash of lightning the only flash within maybe half an hour, I saw the Picnic wrapper blow across the ground. I followed the direction I though it had come from and I eventually tripped over the tent ... I didn't see the tent, I tripped into a guy rope of the tent.
I make no bones about that night. I could have died ... and the lovely Helen missed all the action.
I still like Cadbury's Picnic bars but my head torch goes around my neck early.
Warren.