I woke up thinking about the mountain today. I have felt connected to her for as long as I can remember. I drove down to Lewisville HWY to feel her majesty.29 years ago when she erupted, I was only 9-years-old living in Amboy, Washington. That morning, we were in Woodland attending services when the earth began to shake. Church ended early as my mom packed us children in our car and raced home. Upon arriving home, we closed ourselves in our house and waited while the sky got dark and the ash fell.
Ten years later, Ernie and I were married on her anniversary. A few years ago I began studying more about the mountain. Long before Europeans came to this country, the Native-Americans told stories explaining beautiful & temperamental Louwala-Clough (St. Helens) which translated to Smoking Mountain.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_St._Helens#Importance_to_Native_Americans
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