After au revoirs to Debbie, Jim, and Gayle in the morning, I head inland and cross the Columbia River into Washington. A new state for me! The temperature shoots up 16 degrees almost immediately after leaving the coast.
After 6 weeks in Oregon, I miss her already! Once the initial shock of the no-sales-tax reality finally set-in, I quickly became accustomed to it, along with the the can’t-pump-your-own-gas state law. I learned to say (just like my Mom did into the 70's) Can you do the windows, please?.
Washington has a tough act to follow.
After a rather expected noisy night among the semis at an I-5 rest area, I head out to
I remember the eruption well. It happened on May 18, 1980 right before my graduation from college.
Weeks before the eruption, seismologists gave fair warning after a 4.1 magnitude quake occurred right under the summit. A crater the size of a football field formed. Next a massive bulge appeared. It grew ominously larger. Seven weeks and another 10,000 smaller quakes later, the mountain exploded.
Two weeks after that, its dust encircled the globe.
Unfortunately the mountain is covered in haze during my visit. This is the best I can do.
Mt Saint Helens is but one of hundreds of active volcanoes situated in the Cascade Range. The most dangerous of which is Mount Rainier.
Oh boy! My next stop!