I was in Portland, I remember seeing the ash shooting up and spreading out. The next morning it was like it had snowed.
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I too was also digging razor clams, but at copalis beach. The 4 of us stopped at what I believe was the Green lantern tavern nearby after the dig and saw it on the news. I too had made a spring trip to the Toutle and had spent a rainy night at the weyhauser campground which was totally destroyed without a trace.I was digging clams in Seaside, we went up to a donut shop for some coffee and a lady was in there hysterically going on about I-5 being wiped out and Vancouver was gone. I and my folks lived in Vancouver at the time so I figured I would head that way and see what was up. The view heading towards the Longview bridge was incredible. Wall of ash from the floor to the ceiling and from the mountain west as far as you could see. Amazing.
Two weeks before that a few guys and I took some rafts down the Toutle. Glad I got to see that beautiful green water before it turned gray.
It had subsequent eruptions long afterwards, that’s probably what happened when you remembered being in school.I was at 38835 NE Washougal River Road.
Sheltered by mountains and the direction of the blast from the noise. Only got a dusting of ash.
Wish I had been on top of silver star mountain to watch. 8 1/2 years old.
Funny thing I distinctly remember being at school when it blew. But it blew on Sunday.. so much for distinct memories..
I was working in the pilot shop at the Ocean Shores airport, monitoring (as always) air traffic control. The airline pilots flying over or near were among the first to see it blow and listening to their descriptions that day and the days following was eye opening.I was Razor clam digging in Ocean Shores.
Good one! A different Spirit Lake. As it happens, I have a photo taken by a friend the summer before the blast of my wife, daughters, and I in my canoe on Spirit Lake with the taller Mt. St. Helens as the background. A nostalgic photo because I really loved that place before the mountain blew.I was fishing with my dad and grandma on Spirit Lake. I was only 5 and don’t remember much beyond the ash falling like snow.
I had no idea that Spirit Lake was the name of the lake at the base of the mountainPretty cool to be able to say that you were on Spirit Lake at the time, just for the double takes.