We lived in Spokane, Washington, which was east of the mountains, and the direction that the winds brought the ash. Even though we had been hearing on the news that Mt. Saint Helens was due to erupt anytime, we didn’t know that day that it had actually happened.
It was a nice sunny day and we were all outside in the yard that afternoon, when we noticed a huge black cloud heading our direction.
It looked much worse than any thunderstorm should have looked, so we went inside to see what the weather channel news was saying, and that is how we learned that the volcano had erupted.
The rest of the afternoon, we watched the ash cloud moving in, and before 5 that night, it was completely dark in Spokane, with ash falling that looked like snow drifting down everywhere.
The streets were pretty much silent, and the birds had gone to roost at around 3 that afternoon, so it was like some kind of surreal world with snow that wasn’t cold.
By the next morning, the ash had stopped falling, but the ground had several inches of ash all over. People were wearing masks, and some businesses were closed.
Because the ash was so heavy, it was pretty hard to get rid of, so the whole state of Washington was blanketed in ash for several years afterwards, as it slowly worked into the earth.
Years later, I lived several miles from the volcano, and we could drive up to the viewpoint at the top. Things were pretty devastated even then, but some vegetation was starting to come back. This would have been in the early 1990’s, and they have added new viewpoints and a much better road to get to the top since I was living in that area.
This is a picture of my daughter looking out over the barren mountainside from near the top of the volcano, from about 1993.
