Where Were You When Mt. St. Helens Erupted? I Covered My Ash…

In 1980, my sister Constance and I took a birdwatching class. At least I tried watching them. Before I could focus my binoculars, the birds were usually natural history. Our last trip, to Eastern Washington, was to depart on Friday, May 16th. “Let’s skip it,” said Con. “Stay home and I’ll buy you dinner.” I watched … Continue reading Where Were You When Mt. St. Helens Erupted? I Covered My Ash…