Thirty five years ago this week Mt Saint Helens in Washington state erupted. We have not forgotten but it was pushed aside because our brains are old and full.
We were still living on the farm. Derrick was a toddler. My parents had come to visit us. Their car was parked in our driveway. Daddy was so meticulous about his car. It was always clean. We were busy so we did not hear on the news that the volcano had erupted. We woke up the next morning and their car was completely covered with this thick, nasty gray ash. It resembled concrete just out of the bag. We were stunned. We knew there was no dirt on the farm that color. We had not had a dust storm during the night. Daddy quickly washed the gunk off of the car.
It was only later that day that we heard about Mt St Helens. It was startling to think that the ash had traveled that far that quickly. We are not that close to the volcano, but yet the ash quickly covered us. It only made us realize how bad it must have been for the people who were nearby. Now we see the pictures and realize the ash on the car was only a tiny thing. But still it was an interesting happening for us in Colorado.
Update on weather: still raining, rivers above flood stage. We may see the sun in another week. Lovely.
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