Originally posted by DeanR
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Yup... May 8th, 1980. I remember climbing a hill by a freeway overpass in Tacoma, and watching it erupt in the distance. We didn't get a lot of the ash in the Spanaway/Graham area, just a dusting on the cars every morning. My grandma lived in Yelm, and they got hammered with it.
Several months later, I can't remember where we went, but we went camping up in the mountains a lot. We went to some lake in the forrest that had been in the path of the ash, and there was about a foot of the softest, finest, grey "sand" I've ever set foot on. The water was so clear, you could see crawdads on the bottom at 30 feet. Apparently everything growing liked that ash and was a beautiful green. I sure wish I had a camara then. It was like a tropical beach in the forrest.
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