Boom Boom

I hate the volcano dreams.

Last night St. Helens and Hood went at the same time, and the prevailing winds covered Portland in several inches of toxic ash. Roads were unusable, and we were being evacuated on boats through the sludge of the river. Grey, grey everywhere. I was only able to save one cat–the little one–and I kept her under my coat at all times so her air would be filtered. Everyone else wore masks.

I was fifteen when Mount St. Helens erupted. I spent hours watching her from the open field across the street. It was a fantastic, beautiful spectacle. I played it cool, but of course I was as deeply frightened as everyone else. In the end, the whole experience was anti-climactic. We had to wear masks for a while, and be careful not to use the windshield wipers without thoroughly washing the glass first. We bought rainbow-colored ornaments made from the ash (I still have a vase). Despite this, it affects me. I imagine I’ll have the volcano dreams for the rest of my life.

1 Responses to Boom Boom

  1. Stephanie says:

    I live in Seattle. I am a Geology nut, and I love anything and everything to do with volcanoes. I used to be terrified of earthquakes, but after several geology classes, it tamed my fears. I am still frightened, but I dont think about them every day of the year.