People are so keen to get back to skiing, you would think the mountain never erupted. But there are still plenty of signs (other than the ash all over the top and the bloody great lahar over the far west): one lift is still closed as it's in the immediate danger zone, the snow report includes a well-phrased paragraph with warnings and soothing words, a lahar viewing point has been set up, and the groomer that was caught in it all (and, incidentally, was key in saving the crushed mountaineer's life) continues to be hounded by the media, but has also been given loads of freebies by the makers of the grooming cats, cashing in on his new hero status.
But are people concerned they're skiing on a mountain that only 72 hours ago was spewing out rocks and volcanic mud, registering 2.9 Richter? No. They're back to being more concerned about having lost their black glove, complaining about queue lengths and wondering about the price of rentals and lift passes.
See, natural disasters need only be another small blip in an otherwise lovely skibreak.
No comments:
Post a Comment