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The eruption of Mount St. Helens, seen shortly after 8:32 am Sunday, 18 May 1980, probably along the forest roads of Gifford Pinchot National Forest. The photographer, Richard Lasher, survived the eruption that killed approximately 57 others.

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Ha. My Dad actually did start driving into the ash cloud, mistaking it for 'A REALLY WEIRD STORM.' Thankfully a kinder older woman told him to turn his butt around. We've still got some ash he dusted out of his car in a tupperware somewhere.

In June 1980, my band was playing a gig in Motherwell, Scotland. It was unseasonably cold and overcast. We were walking through the town when it appeared to start snowing. It wasn't snow, it was ash from the eruption. I've never forgotten that.

I was in Vancouver? WA, mid summer, and there were still piles of ash on the sides of the roads. The summer before, we had a sailboat on a lake in the mountains close to Mt. St. Helen's. Seeing this brings back eery memories.

Yep. Fifty seven fatalities were confirmed, and *probably* all of the direct deaths are known. (It's not impossible that someone not known to authorities to be in the region was killed.) *Indirect* deaths are much harder to quantity. It's true that 57 is the generally accepted number.

I was in Spokane when this happened and I HEARD IT BLOW! I asked my fiancé if there was well blasting going on where we lived he said no. 5 hours later we were on lock down and covered in a blanket of ash.

Vivid memory of running finger through the layer of ash over our brown Buick Regal in the driveway in Regina, Saskatchewan.

I was living in Yakima then. It was surreal, and at the time, I didn’t realize the “magnitude” of the situation. It took months/years to overcome the ash. Unburying the city was a monumental process. Every May 18th ever since, I remember.

I was in Portland that day. my partner and I had been hiking in the area the week before. still have a mason jar of the ash that fell. it took up the entire sky for hours.

I call where I grew up and where I now live The Sierra but in polite society I do try to be a proper mountain gal so when in flatlander company I spit in a can instead of the floor.

I saw the Mount Saint Helens Eruption as a 17 year old high school senior from Silverdale, Washington. We knew it was imminent. There was advance warning. 57 people did not have to die. Human stupidity & ignorance. The Cascadia Mega Quake will kill thousands in Oregon, Washington, & B.C. Canada.

I was living in Edmonton, Alberta at the time, over 1,000 miles away. We found volcanic ash on our car some time later, and it seems ash managed to circumnavigate the globe.

I’m in Portland. On that Sunday morning I was sitting on my porch and noticed a “thunderstorm” was brewing to the north. Which was odd because the sky around it was clear as a bell. Later in the week it rained mud (ash). I still have a jar of ash.