In case you didn’t get the memo from everyone’s Facebook – RAPTURERAPTURERAPTURERAPTURERAPTURERAPTURE. But if you weren’t paying attention, the world didn’t end – but a volcano went off in Iceland.
I hear Scandanavia is a lovely place, with measured, reasonable government, healthy and attractive blonde women, and unpronounceable volcanoes that delay flights and perhaps signal the end of days. Iceland’s volcanoes are named like battles from Lord of the Rings – and have hypnotized just as many travelers as the lovely hairy-footed travelers of Middle Earth. A year ago Eyjafjallajokull erupted, cutting off traveling and the tongues of every westerner who tried to say the name without pounding their chests triumphantly.
Grimsvotn erupted on the end of days, sending plumes of ash seven miles in the air and creating a 120 nautical mile no-fly zone over the land of Ice. So there’s been no word from the camp of Harold Camping, there’s been no abnormal earthquake activity, the only thing of note that’s happened is a volcano erupting.
So provided that you weren’t trapped on the top of a volcano, life is pretty good right now. Air traffic controllers are saying the eruption won’t be nearly as disruptive to air traffic as Eyjafjallajokull.