Recently I’ve found inspiration from the strangest of places. My only brush with these creatures in real life has been in the dreaded appearance of mounds of dirt in my parent’s garden while I was growing up. Caddyshack famously expressed most people’s loathing for these little furry beasts when the character Carl Spackler said, “In the immortal words of Jean Paul Sartre, ‘Au revoir, gopher’” as he attempted to dynamite the earth burrower’s hole. Yet while on holiday at my in-laws’ house I found myself strangely identifying with gophers- those of Mt. St. Helen’s to be specific.
While watching PBS a NOVA programme came on called ‘Mt. St. Helens: Back from the dead’. Being a bit of an ecology nerd (apologies to my fellow geek friends) I was consumed by the telling of the explosion that happened in 1980 resulting in death, destruction, and sweeping panoramas of ash and black. Scientists told how they wondered if anything survived and how on earth anything would ever make a comeback to such a desolate location. As the ground continued to shift and rumble while the volcano remained active for some time, brave scientists began walking and flying around in search of signs of life. Months and months in to this search with absolutely no hopeful glimmers, a man in a helicopter spotted something different- a fresh mound of earth. As the pilot landed and the researcher walked towards the soil which stood in stark contrast to the dense blanket of ash, fresh revelation hit: some little critters that had lived below the surface of the earth- pesky varments though they were- had survived the eruption and their lives continued on, though with fewer fresh roots to chew on. Continue reading
