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Remembering Dan Johnson 1959-2005


I remember Dan for his heart, which was the size of a house, and his ego, which was the size of a rice grain. Dan contributed big ideas to volcano deformation and has not been widely recognized for those contributions; he worked unbelievably hard, driven by the joy he had for volcanoes and volcano geophysics, but unencumbered by the ambition that drives many of the rest of us. He has been an absolute joy to work with in the field, a true companero. The stuff we are doing in the Galapagos is indescribably hard, and Dan has thrived under those conditions. I will never forget the night that Mike Poland and I were caught out on the summit of Fernandina, and Dan came around the caldera with blankets and water for us, hiking by headlamp, despite the exhausting day he had suffered. It says a lot that he has always been the most popular person among the locals we have worked with. I loved taking students in the field with Dan, them engrossed with his repertoire of field stories, including buried and unburied underwear, hiking with live chickens, and reference frames for the whole earth. He has provided a mantra that has driven me for the past 5 years: "I choose not to worry about that right now".
Dennis Geist
Department Chair and Professor of Volcanology and Petrology
Department of Geological Sciences
University of Idaho
Moscow ID 83844 USA

I met Dan on a 7-week cruise
in the cnetral Atlantic in 1992, while he worked with the HMR1 (that's a
seafloor survey instrument) group from HIG (Hawaii Insitute of Geophysics)
abourd R?V Maurice Ewing and I worked at Scripps Institution of Oceanography;
of course there are many memories to be shared of such long cruises;
last i saw Dan at a Unavco meeting. There is memories of long conversations on
a number of topics, which were always good ones.

my thoughts go his wife (who i dont know) - God with her.

Ute Herzfeld
University of Colorado Boulder
 am shocked and very saddened to hear of Dan Johnson's death.  I
didn't know Tony Qamar, but I can imagine the two of them engaged in
conversation, enjoying the scenery of the Olympic Peninsula up until
the last moment.  My heart goes out to Dan's family, and Tony's, too.

I think I first met Dan in 1984 at the Hawaiian Volcano Observatory,
then got to know him better when we both worked for Hawaii Mapping
Research Group at the University of Hawaii during the 1990s.  I always
enjoyed his company on the long research expeditions and often traveled
with him before or after cruises.  His good humor and lightheartedness
were infectious, just what I and others needed at sea.  He was a great
traveling companion - always prepared, never complaining or demanding,
had good ideas on where to go and solutions to problems if we got into

D
n 1992-1993, Dan was dating Eileen, whom he later married, and I was
dating Rick, whom I later married, and sometimes we would take a break
from data processing and talk about how to know when you've found the
right mate.  We agreed that a good idea for a date was to go on a hike
rather than dinner and a movie, and when you want to give them a good
test, take them camping.  Extra bonus if they like volcanoes and
traveling.

Once at sea he played a practical joke on me.  He set up the UNIX
command "mail" to display a text file of about 20 email headers that he
edited with my friends' names on them, asked if I wanted to check
email, then watched my reaction as I saw what looked like a jackpot of
messages I got that morning.  His practical jokes were like his
personality - fun, uplifting, and a good laugh for everyone involved.

I'm attaching a photo of Dan
with Joel Erickson, Lisa Petersen and
Charley Weiland taken on a magnificent day in Torres del Paine national
park, Chile, on 15 Dec 1992.

Thanks for all the fun times, Dan.  Fond memories always.

Lisa Petersen
Owings, Maryland



Date: Fri, 07 Oct 2005 17:59:10 -0700 From: Bill Chadwick To: Al Eggers Remembrance of Dan Johnson October 7, 2005 I first met Dan in the summer of 1981 at Mount St. Helens. He, Kathy Cashman, Harry Glicken, and I were among the young geology students who were drawn to the volcano after its 1980 eruption to get involved in whatever way we could. We called CVO the "University of Mount St. Helens", because many of us got our first experience working on an active volcano there. We were a very close-knit group in an intensely exciting and rewarding environment. Later Dan and I happened to visit Kilauea in January 1983 with Christina Heliker when the Pu'u O'o eruption first started, and we were all struck with "red-rock fever" and hopelessly hooked after that. Later that same year, Dan was an inadvertent matchmaker for my wife Teresa and I. We each knew Dan separately and he told us to look each other up when we started graduate school at UC Santa Barbara. More recently, Dan had been collaborating with Dennis Geist and I on combined GPS and gravity studies on active Galapagos volcanoes. That project perfectly highlighted his skills in volcano geodesy and geophysics. Dan loved international fieldwork because it inevitably provided more crazy experiences to add to his collection of outrageous tales. Dan was famous for his quirky sense of humor and for his skill at flying under the radar ahead of any potential trouble. When hand-carrying gravimeters down to the Galapagos Islands he would tell the Ecuadorian customs officials that they were just gizmos that he had made in his garage at home, to assure them that they were hardly important and nothing to be concerned about. Dan delighted in being unpredictable. In a restaurant, instead of just ordering a hamburger and a coke, he would order a "ground bovine unit and a sugary soda". The poor waitress usually looked to the rest of us with a perplexed expression on her face, as if to say "what?!". Dan had a love and devotion to all things volcanic, a natural curiosity that fueled his scientific pursuits, and an amazing attention to detail that ensured the quality of his science results. In the field, Dan was dedicated to doing whatever it took to get the job done, even if it meant hiking an extra 5 miles to get that extra gravity reading. Above all, he loved what he did. There was never any doubt that he had chosen the right career. He loved being in the field on active volcanoes. It's where he found the most joy in being alive. And even when things went wrong or got tough, he never despaired because he knew it was going to make another great story. -------- I've put 20 photos of Dan on my ftp site: ftp://newportftp.pmel.noaa.gov/pub/chadwick/DJ/ Thanks for putting this together. -Bill Chadwick



What terrible news this is. Especially for someone so energetic and fun-loving. It seems only a few years ago that DJ and I were grad students together, even though it was actually 20 years ago. I've attached a couple of photos taken during the May 1998 Galapagos Penrose conference. Photo 1 shows DJ and John Sinton admiring a weird 2-person bicycle in Puerto Ayora, the main town. Photo 2 is DJ on the rim of the Sierra Negra caldera during a conference hike. In the background is talus at the base of the strange, sinuous ridge in the caldera (actually the upthrown part of a trapdoor fault). It is that very feature that DJ was working with the U. Idaho folks to understand. I remember standing next to DJ in the open back of a pickup truck driving up the slope of Sierra Negra to start that hike. The truck was overloaded with ~20 or so of us gringo scientists, and we were weaving all over the road. It was quite scary because it was just a narrow dirt road with either a ditch or 'a'a flows on either side. DJ finally had enough and pounded on the truck's cab to complain. It turned out that the driver had only learned to drive the previous week! He, being a male Galapaguen~o, was incensed that we threatened to get out and walk unless the female cruise-boat guide drove the truck instead. DJ maybe saved all of our lives that day. Sincerely, Scott Rowland