July 10, 2008
As monsoons thunder in, my eyes now turn to the sky in a way they didn't when I was younger.
Four years ago, my family's backcountry experience was interrupted when lightning struck our camp. The bolt shredded our tents, killed our dog, and sent my daughter and me to the hospital. In the years since, the episode lingered. As our hearts and heads healed, I sought clarity about this beautiful and formidable force of nature.
Lightning strikes the earth's surface 100 times each second. In the U.S., lightning sets 10,000 forest fires and causes $100 million in property damage annually. Between 1940 and 1991, lightning killed 8,316 people, and on average, produces 80 lightning-related deaths a year.
Lightning is an electrical current that flows between clouds or from a cloud to the earth. It results from tiny charges on the surface of water droplets in clouds, positive charges are on larger droplets, negative charges on smaller ones. These droplets produce a spark or flash of lightning.
Flashes between clouds are mostly benign since they travel only through air. Conversely, flashes between clouds and earth cause damage and death since they pass through whatever is in the way - houses, trees or people. Lightning reaches 100 million feet per second, travels up to 20 miles between clouds, and spans eight miles between clouds and the earth.
The current in a mile-long flash is about 1 billion volts, enough electrical power to light 1 million light bulbs instantaneously or one 100-watt bulb for three months. In a half-second flash, surrounding air is superheated to five times the surface temperature of the sun, and the vibrating expansion of air produces the sound of thunder.
In the months after lightning struck us, I had a harder time healing. My physician explained that lightning is not a predicable entity in span, current or path. As a result, I may have been zapped more directly than my daughter, lying inches away. Or not.
Wounds showed I'd been lying on my back when the lightning entered between my shoulder blades, traveled my spine and exited the top of my head. Conversely, it entered my daughter's knee and exited her side through star-shaped blisters. Further, adult bodies, with higher water content, are more conductive than children's. All of that, explained my physician, is why I needed a year to recover, while my daughter was up the next day.
Now, as I look skyward each afternoon, I'm struck, not by lightning, but by irony. The event left a legacy of trepidation, one that has me wondering if I'll ever again dance in the rain and one I keep trying to understand. You see, ironically, I can't even remember it.