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Originally Posted by Bladewire
I'll never forget watching Mt. St. Helens blow up in 1980 and all the ash coming down. We used to walk across the I5 bridge to Jantzen Beach mall and have Sunday brunch at the Red Lion.
I loved all the seasons there too, especially fall, it was so cozy everywhere and some winter's you'd get some real good snow and ice storms good times. Good you live outside Portland too  |
I was a kid when Mr. St. Helens erupted and remember how it looked like it was snowing as the ash came down. About a week later we went to Los Angeles to visit some relatives. My cousin is a teacher and wanted us to bring some ash so she could take it in and show it to her kids. We collected a big jar of it and took it with us. My aunt thought we should sell it at the local flea market so we separated it into a bunch of small jars and got a table. We sold them for $10 a jar and sold out within a few hours. My mom was very happy because the ash ended up paying for the entire trip.