After our thwarted attempt to visit Mount St. Helens last fall, we decided she would be more likely to be receiving visitors in August. We took a detour yesterday on our way home from the coast to see. (Understand, Mount St. Helens is a destination. It’s not “on the way” to anywhere else. Approximately 50 miles in, and then 50 miles back out.)
The clouds cast a shade on her during our visit, so pristine pictures were not possible, but at least we could see the mountain this time. We could have taken a 14-mile hike to get a little closer, but we didn’t have that kind of time.
Pictures and stories in the visitors’ center were fascinating. One interesting tidbit we learned was that on the day the volcano erupted, people 20 miles away heard nothing, but people 500 miles away heard the eruption.
Even 30+ years later it’s obvious that “something” happened to the landscape.
Scrubby bushes, young trees, and wildflowers grew up through the ash around the remains of the ancient trees that lived there previously.
Do you remember when Mount St. Helens erupted in 1980? I was in 8th grade and we lived in Louisiana at the time. Friends who lived in this area at the time tell me that ash covered the ground around here (300+ miles away) for weeks or months afterwards.