I was given volcanic ashes from Mount St. Helens in a jar as a kid. I used to flip it over and watch how the ash would fall and come together. It wasn't like normal wood ashes, obviously. It would make these little poofs almost like little volcanoes erupting as the ashes settled and pushed the air out to the surface. Very cool.
The photographer was Richard Lasher, and he lived (escaped in the car till it choked out on ash, then on the bike). Y'all are confusing him with Robert Landsberg, who did die in the eruption and protected his film with his body.
I remember going camping on nearby Mount Adams in the late 1990s. We were at a tiny mountain lake in the forest, and walking around we realized that even in the dense forest the ground was still covered with ash and tiny specks of pumice from the eruption of Mount St Helens.
I also flew over Mount St Helens on a very clear day. The fallen trees were mind-blowing. An enormous forest with every tree felled in the same directly, all laying flat on the ground. They looked like someone had used a giant comb to lay them out in perfect rows, like combed hair. It was trippy. The area is stunningly beautiful; try to see it if you can.
westcal98 on October 11st, 2019 at 19:40 UTC »
I was given volcanic ashes from Mount St. Helens in a jar as a kid. I used to flip it over and watch how the ash would fall and come together. It wasn't like normal wood ashes, obviously. It would make these little poofs almost like little volcanoes erupting as the ashes settled and pushed the air out to the surface. Very cool.
playlistsandfeelings on October 11st, 2019 at 20:33 UTC »
The photographer was Richard Lasher, and he lived (escaped in the car till it choked out on ash, then on the bike). Y'all are confusing him with Robert Landsberg, who did die in the eruption and protected his film with his body.
Edit: spelling
StupidizeMe on October 11st, 2019 at 20:43 UTC »
I remember going camping on nearby Mount Adams in the late 1990s. We were at a tiny mountain lake in the forest, and walking around we realized that even in the dense forest the ground was still covered with ash and tiny specks of pumice from the eruption of Mount St Helens.
I also flew over Mount St Helens on a very clear day. The fallen trees were mind-blowing. An enormous forest with every tree felled in the same directly, all laying flat on the ground. They looked like someone had used a giant comb to lay them out in perfect rows, like combed hair. It was trippy. The area is stunningly beautiful; try to see it if you can.