It’s the 30 year anniversary of St. Helens and you’re about to get blasted by the media talking about it. St. Helens always had a bit of a personal touch to me, not just because we had to wear masks over our face when it was raining ash, but because my dad was on the mountain for weeks after running S&R. When he’d come back home his clothes just smelled of something, death and sulphur maybe? He and his crew were some of the first people on the mountain post-eruption, and he took a ton of pics (that I thought I had scanned) but sadly the only one on this computer is the one below.
Found this video below from a KOMO reporter, kind of nuts.