I bet most of us who lived in the Pacific NW can tell you exactly where we were and what we were doing 29 years ago today. It's the anniversary of Mount St. Helens' volcanic eruption.
We were living in Coeur d'Alene and had friends from Portland visiting. I stayed home to get things ready for dinner while everyone took a drive. At some point I dozed off while reading the paper and when I awoke it was pitch black out. Panicked that everyone was still gone, I saw the clock said it was 3, and assumed it was three a.m. Turning on the television I found that it was still afternoon and that a once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon of nature had occurred.
It was eery when we awoke the next morning to see familiar landscape covered in gray volcanic ash. There were few cars on the road for days, people wore surgical masks when outdoors and getting the inches of ash off the driveway and sidewalks was nearly impossible. Hosing it down created a clay-like mud and it was too dense to sweep away with much success. It was a pretty big mess for quite some time but I recall the excitement of bearing witness to history.
Where were you when the mountain erupted?