My Dad, myself and my cousin were down fishing in a bass tournament on Silver Lake in Cowlitz County, Washington the weekend that Mt St Helens decided to blow its top. I was 16 sixteen at the time. A member of the bass club was a photographer and shot the attached images that morning. I took a iPhone photo of the prints that have been in storage.
I remember a beautiful morning of fishing on the lake. All weekend long, we were hoping for some kind of activity, at least see a steam eruption (little did I know we would see a historic event).
My Dad had to make a run back to the lake resort and while we were motoring out of the lily pads, we looked up just as the eruption started (like you may have seen in the time lapse photos of the eruption).
Not knowing the outcome of the eruption, we headed back to the lake resort we were staying at. By time we got back to shore, many people were panicking, trying to get their boats out of the water and out of the area.
After watching the chaos for a while, we got word that the I-5 bridge over the Toutle River was closed. So instead of worrying about getting out of the area, my cool-headed dad took my cousin and myself over to a store on the lake, bought some cool beverages, and sat out in the lake and enjoyed the view.
After a couple of hours, the Toutle River bridge was reopened and we packed up and headed home.
Most people living in the Pacific Northwest at that time knows exactly where they were when Mt St Helens erupted. I feel blessed to have witnessed such an awesome force of nature first hand.
On Monday, I needed to open up my roof top tent and awning to dry it out since I had to store it after a night of camping in the rain. I was hoping for a dry day and a little bit of the infamous Ellensburg breeze to help dry things out. However, first thing in the morning, the weather did nor cooperate with my plans.
My dog could care less what the weather was doing. She was exhausted after four days on the road.
Finally, by Noon, we had a break in the weather and the snow quickly melted away. The sun came out and a little breeze started blowing, perfect conditions for drying things out.
The final leg of our road trip to the Oregon coast is complete. My daughter is downstairs watching a movie, I’m in bed typing the last blog post for this trip on my iPhone and the dog is snoring on her bed. Home Sweet Home.
After leaving Eugene, Oregon earlier today, other than a few stops for gas and food, we drove straight through to our home near Ellensburg, Washington.
Our last day on the road. We’re leaving behind the Oregon Coast and we’re on our way home to Ellensburg, Washington.
We woke up to pitter-patter of rain drops on the roof top tent while camping at the Jessie M. Honeyman Memorial State Park. Luckily it stopped raining long enough to walk the dog, make a pot of coffee for the road and fold everything up. I’ll have to dry out the tent and awning when I get home.
From Florence, we took Highway 126 east, first following the scenic Siuslaw River, then through the Coast Range until our arrival in Eugene. It rained pretty much the whole way along Highway 126.
I just checked the weather conditions for Santiam Pass, and it doesn’t look like a good day for traveling that direction. Combine the weather with my daughter being tired means we’re going to be taking the most direct home, via I5 to Portland and East on I84.
Onward we go towards home.
After eating our lunch at South Beach State Park, we continued south on US101. Along the way, we stopped at several small town antique shops. My daughter eventually found an old dress that the shopkeeper discounted 50% off the regular price.
We continued on along the coast until we stopped at Cape Cove to get a peak at the Heceta Head Lighthouse. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a clear view from the parking area and my daughter wasn’t in the mood for the 1/2 mile hike up the road to the lighthouse.