As requested, here's my story of the eruption of Mt.
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Trout fishing is like nothing else, out in the woods, the thrill of landing a fish, the frustration of snagging a tree...
Dad says that all of the streams we used to fish are now overrun with people.
I recently discussed fishing with my vegetarian Hindu niece and nephew, the look of curious horror as they asked me about how to gut the fish, and then when I told them you had to kill it first will stick with me for a long long time.
@MCDuncanLab my BIL goes back home to Montana to fish all the time; I’ve only ever caught pan fish from small boats and piers. That sounds very excellent to be off in the forest or field.
Every so often I visit a swimming hole in the Sierra, deep in a state park, with the family. When we get there, it’s popular enough that other people will be swimming and fishing there. Amazing trout, for all that.
Imagining that, but quiet, sounds fantastic
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Convinced that it was the volcano erupting, she drags her embarrassed husband home while the cloud is just an ominous bulge on the western horizon. We continue fishing, and the cloud continues to grow, inky black, unlike any cloud I’ve seen on my short time on the planet.
@MCDuncanLab I'm always happy to read a story where Cassandra doesn't stay put after she's shushed. I'm glad to hear she bugged out.
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As we hurriedly pack up our things and trundle back to the car, Dad orders us around with an angry shortness, that I now know is his panicked mode. The cloud looms large, occupying at least ¼ of the western sky, as we speed down the bumpy dirt roads as fast as the old VW bus can take us. When we finally hit the paved roads and can jump to 55 the cloud spans half the sky a menacing black growing by the minute, and we're driving straight towards it.
@MCDuncanLab You are giving me "Dad angry shortness" flashbacks: not to any particular incident, just to exactly what that tone sounds like.
(God bless adults who want to deal with things and also keep kids emotionally safe as best they can.)
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So that, my friends, is the story of the eruption Mt. St. Helens as seen in eastern Washington state where the ash fall was among the highest from the perspective of a seven year old who is now fifty-three.
@MCDuncanLab Great thread!
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@MCDuncanLab I'm sorry, the cows that WHAT
@WizardOfDocs @MCDuncanLab We had those at the Agricultural school of U. Maryland too. The cows had a portion of their skin and stomach removed, with a see-through panel inserted in their place. We used to go to the Ag school on open-house days. Child me liked the petting zoo, not so much my dad’s insistence that we watch a cow’s digestive process.
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As requested, here's my story of the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. It's long.
@MCDuncanLab thank you for sharing this!
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As requested, here's my story of the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. It's long.
@MCDuncanLab This was a great read. Thank you for sharing!
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So that, my friends, is the story of the eruption Mt. St. Helens as seen in eastern Washington state where the ash fall was among the highest from the perspective of a seven year old who is now fifty-three.
@MCDuncanLab wow, what a remarkable story, seems seared into your memory.
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As requested, here's my story of the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. It's long.
Thank you for sharing that memory!
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As requested, here's my story of the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. It's long.
@MCDuncanLab @onepict When I was a kid in southern England, my dad ran a bed-and-breakfast for a living, so we had visitors from all over the world in the house on a regular basis. Before that, my dad had been an antique dealer, so the house was full of weird and wonderful curios.
We had some guests from the NW USA in the early 80s, and they brought a small plastic container of ash from the volcano as a gift. It sat on the mantelpiece sealed up, among the other curios
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