Just when things were getting interesting out here and we
were finally settling into life on Tern, a storm comes through and ruins it
all. We were inundated by a massive low pressure system from the north that
produced a violent event which destroyed half our field camp, crippled our life
support systems, and killed hundreds of birds. Although it matched the
descriptions of a tornado, given the pattern of destruction and the way the
debris was distributed, we were most likely struck by a sudden localized
downdraft of heavy air known in the meteorological world as a microburst. Such
downdrafts can produce winds equal in strength to a tornado, possibly over 100
mph in our case, but lack the vortex. Our field season is effectively over, and
the future of this remote field camp is uncertain, but we’re lucky no one got
hurt. The following is my account of the event.
Sunday December 9th, 4:30 AM:
I awoke as I always do around 4:30 in the morning to start
the day. It was muggy and warm when I went to bed so I left my windows open to
get some breeze. It had apparently rained throughout the night, slightly flooding
my room. I normally get up this early to use the unlimited download time we’re
given for the internet (from midnight to 6am), but it had been down the night
before, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to bother getting out of bed to test it.
But the lightning outside was pretty cool, and a cup of coffee sounded really
good, so I got up anyway. The lightning was indeed amazing; it was like storms
I had seen visiting my brother in Alabama, the sky lit up like a dying light
bulb blinking every few seconds. It kept going, never really producing any
bolts, it just lit the clouds a brilliant purple hue. Although it was raining
steadily, the direction the rain was falling kept the water off the porch, so I
sat outside with my coffee in the warm morning air and photographed the
lightning show. The wind was coming from the south, so I stayed relatively dry
sitting in the lee of the building.
5:45 AM:
After watching the weather for a while, trying to catch the
occasional lightning bolt, the wind abruptly swung from the south to the north,
driving the rain straight onto the porch. At first it was tolerable, but then
the rain grew heavier, getting me and my camera gear wet. I immediately took my
tripod down and went back inside, and as I shut the front door to keep the rain
out I noticed that the temperature had rapidly dropped at least ten degrees,
like I was standing in front of an open freezer door. It got so cold I almost
felt I could see my breath. I didn’t think much of it. I figured the cold front
had just passed over us, explaining the shift in the wind and the sudden
increase in rain. Although this had
never happened before, so I thought it noteworthy. In the meantime the lighting
intensified, it was now producing proper bolts and very loud thunder, the storm
was right on top of us. With nothing else to do I sat down at my computer in
the radio room and gave the internet a shot. Amazingly it worked enough for me
to send an email out to Casey, bragging about how cool the lightning was and
how monstrous the surf sounded.
Sometime around 6:00 AM:
I had just sent the email out, and was sitting at my
computer thinking what I was going to write about the storm (I usually write up
or edit a journal entry in the morning), when out of the blue the VHF radio on
a shelf behind me started producing static, like the sound an analog TV makes
when it’s not receiving a signal. I had never heard it do this before, I didn’t
even know the radio was on, so it startled me. With this and the extremely cold
air minutes earlier, I began to worry that something was off. Then the sky just
opened up and dumped the heaviest rain I’ve ever heard, as if the building was
sitting beneath a massive waterfall. The radio kept chattering and the rest
happened so fast it’s hard to describe. Like a shockwave the pressure in room grew
so strong my ears started popping just before hearing a faint rumbling sound
that swiftly grew louder, and then getting blasted in the face with a cold
wind. Books from the shelf behind me and pieces of debris started flying about
the room, and I instinctively dove under the computer desk and covered my face.
At this point the rumbling was all around me. It sounded like metal and wood
were being run through a blender, lots of banging, cracking and screeching. It
was the most violent sound I have ever heard. I had visions of the movie
Twister playing in my head, dairy cows levitating and all, but I had no idea
was going on and I thought for sure the whole building was falling down. I
wondered if the Mayans had been right all along, the world was coming to an
end. I figured I was going to be buried in a pile of rubble when it was all
over. The chaos lasted for about 5 seconds and then stopped. The rain, the
wind, everything was calm again. I stayed under the desk, not knowing what was going on. Then I heard Morgan say from the hall, “where’s Mike?”, and
at this point I got my first glimpse of the extent of the damage. Initially I
was shocked to see one of the interior walls and the door to the radio room had
been knocked down, and the place was littered with soggy books and sheets of
data.
Then I saw the common room. It was just after six now, still
too early for the sun, and the whole building was dark. The lightning flashed
and revealed all the walls were gone. It was such an eerie sight. Every time
the lighting went off, where the entertainment center stood, the bookshelves,
the chalkboard with our daily schedule, it was all just an open view of a
tumultuous sea and a nasty sky. The wind was blowing salt spray and rain right through
our dining area, chairs were strewn about the room, and the kitchen was covered
with knives, pots and pans – it was a mess. The wind had been so strong it
moved stoves in the kitchen, and blew a heavy freezer full of old video tapes
clear through a wall and out the building. We had just rearranged the movie area,
and set up the Christmas tree for the holidays, and it was now a massive pile
of junk. Broken glass, bad novels, random debris had been blown out with the
east walls, landing in a fan outside on top of albatrosses incubating eggs. The
entire scene was a disaster.
Then I saw the hallway. Four
rooms, including mine, had been completely blown out. It was a jungle of
shattered drywall and mangled aluminum framing that had been ripped from their
foundations. Fortunately I wasn’t in my room, and all other occupied rooms only
received minor damage. The west end of the hallway was so mangled the last
three rooms were inaccessible. One unused bed was buried under three different
walls. If anyone had been sleeping there they would have been crushed. We
really lucked out.
The damage was extensive. The boathouse looked like a bomb
had gone off, the tractor shed had gaping holes in its concrete walls, there
were many leaks in the plumbing, the solar panels were torn from the braces, radio
antennas were stripped off the roof, six bedrooms, one office, two bathrooms,
the laundry room, and all of the common room had their exterior walls blown
out, and a few other structures including fuel storage units and a couple
fiberglass boat hulls were scattered around the west portion of the island. We
took a big hit, and it was all a major shock to witness.
Even more disturbing was searching for injured and buried
birds. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for rescue workers on scene
at the World Trade Centers or in Japan after the tsunami. It was very difficult
seeing albatrosses, birds that I have been admiring for years, with broken
wings and bloody necks stuck beneath sheets of wall panels. Some were killed
instantly by projectiles, others were flattened on their nests, and many were
simply limping around with mangled wings. Since the debris from our buildings
had inflected the most damage to the wildlife, it was our responsibility to
euthanize the suffering birds. Something I hope to never have to do again. The
death count is as follows: 62 Brown Noddies, 97 Black Noddies, 10 White Terns,
17 Red-footed Boobies, 6 Great Frigatebirds, 1 Pacific Plover, 24 Laysan
Albatross, and 22 Black-footed Albatross, for a total of 239 birds of which 79 were
banded.
It’s amazing how selective these storms can be. You always hear
stories about how tornados will completely disintegrate one home, and leave
another only feet away untouched. The microburst we experienced only affected
the west end of the island where all of our facilities stand, or at least once
stood. The east end of the island showed no signs of damage. It appeared every
leaf and branch hadn’t even been rustled. The wind apparently stopped at the
warehouse to the east, and was most intense near the boathouse to the west. As
much as I can gather from Wikipedia, a microburst forms by the rapid
evaporation of highly saturated air in a thunder head. As the mass of air
evaporates, it cools. The sudden cooling forces the air mass to descend from
the cloud, accelerating as it falls through the wet air below. When the air
mass eventually collides with the ground it can reach speeds of 150 mph,
leveling anything that stands in its way. At least that’s what I think happens.
Either way the point is it gets very windy very fast, and causes intense
localized destruction.
The storm carried on for three days. It was difficult to
sleep the first night after the disaster. No longer did we trust the integrity
of the building. We were convinced that the next big gust could blow the whole
place down. The rooms in the north wing where we moved all of our valuables and
beds were mostly intact, although the roofing had been compromised and new
leaks had sprung open. We were able to
recover most of the archived data, although some had been saturated, and
luckily all of our expensive computers and camera gear survived. My computer
was covered in dirt and had a desk lamp fall on the keyboard, but it still
works. Take that MAC. We boarded up the kitchen and the exposed hallway, and
somehow managed to recovery the internet, although its functions are limited.
The solar panels were damaged, but are intact enough to still charge the
battery bank. Chad fixed the broken pipes in the plumbing and shunted all water
to the north hall. We limped along for 10 days. In the meantime we piled all
the wooden debris on the runway for a bonfire, and did what we could to secure
all other lost items that might otherwise blow around and cause more injury to
the birds.
It’s a shame the season had to end this way. We’ve spent the
last few months mostly doing maintenance on the place, and setting up plots in
preparation for the albatross breeding season. I had just put most of the nest
markers out in the albatross plots, and were starting to see the Bonin Petrels
build nest cups in the artificial burrow boxes. I was really looking forward to
following these birds for the next three months, banding them, watching how the
mates take turns incubating the eggs, seeing the first chicks hatch, and now we
have to abandon it all.. Now we’ve just been cleaning up 30 years of clutter,
waiting for the Kahana to pick us up.