Today is the 35th Anniversary, of the eruption of Mt. St. Helens, in the state of Washington. This is a very memorable date, for my husband and I lived not all that far, from the mountain at that time. In fact friends of ours were tree planters, hired by the forest service, and were in process of planting a deforested slope, on the mountain when it blew. Because of this friendship, I was allowed to go into the, "Red Zone", and see some of the damage, within days of the eruption. I was not however allowed a camera, but I will never forget, the scene's of devastation. It looked like an otherworldly site, like some monster with a giant schythe had mown down the forest, like twigs, for miles, and buried it in grey ash. We saw huge pumice boulders melted into the pavement, and smaller ones, that we pried up and tipped over, had melted to the ground.
My husband, Gregg and I, at that time, were living on Underwood Cliff, on Underwood Mountain, which you can see, just to the right of the plume. When we got home, it had popped all of the molding off of our ceiling, and it was all laying on the floor. The next morning our car was covered in very fine gravel, so I took a glass vial, which normally held seed beads, and filled it full of the ash, from out of the cars windshield wipers slot. I still have it to this day.
This picture was also taken on our 2004 trip. This one is looking down into a valley, that was filled full of huge drifts of ash.
So on this 35th Anniversary of the eruption, of Mt. St. Helens, I can pause a moment to remember, where I was, and what I was doing, when this mountain blew it's top, and be very grateful, I lived to tell the tale.