Aerial view of the desert ridge behind our the tenant shack where we were living when Mount St. Helens erupted. This is as green as it gets. The orchards are in the band close to the two irrigation canals seen here. With a magnifying glass, I could point out our place.
Thirty-five years ago today, we were buried in volcanic ash erupting from a summit 85 miles away. For days afterward, everything was buried in gray. Until then, it had been my Garden of Eden.
Jnana's Red Barn 
beautiful photo
I can’t believe its been 35 years
what an event it was
ash everywhere and in everything!!