We begin with two young idiots, wabbling (as Kipling put it) towards, not the fire, but the 460º thermal spring. Looking for a spring they could treat like a hot tub.
Only one came back.
How is it possible that this idiot and his sister didn’t do even the most basic research on Pork Chop Geyser? The water in that thermal basin has been measured at no less than 459° Fahrenheit (about 237° Celsius for foreign readers) – well over twice boiling point! – and a pH similar to battery acid; yet these two doofi were looking for a place to soak???
By the time a thunderstorm had cleared and it was safe for rescuers (although really, the term is “recovery workers” when you expose yourself to 2.4x boiling temps even momentarily) to go to the scene, the acidic water had dissolved the mortal remains of Colin Scott, and his sister, who achieved the Millennial milestone of getting cell-phone video of her brother’s grisly death, has nothing to bury.
Tip for Millennials: Mother Nature is not your own overprotective helicopter mommy. Hydrothermal features are not your hot tub. You only get one play of this game ; there are no respawns.
What next? Ski Mount Washington at dusk, with no lights and no camping gear? Yep, couple of them did that. (It’s a rare month there that doesn’t see a rescue… or recovery).
This appears to have happened in June, not recently. However, the guy who fell in remains dead, and without mortal remains for burial.