Go read up on Mt St Helens, or what happened at Crater Lage in Oregon. I saw St Helens. Still have the photo to prove it.
I loved St Helens. She was the graceful one to climb, the one to take a thermos of tea to sit on a rock and drink slowly there. Even knew folks who free jumped the crevasses over her glaciers, but they were dipshiits. She was a lady.
Thanks. I love to read up on St. Helens.
I’ve got three baby food jars full of Mt. St Helens I collected from my front yard when I lived in Spokane - 350+ miles away from the mountain.
The sky turned dark in the middle of the afternoon. Street lights were controlled by photo-cell switches and the lights came on at 3pm. The birds and dogs fell silent then all of a sudden the only sound heard was a soft hiss as the ash began to fall.