Mount St. Helens Thirty Years Later

This is how Mount St. Helens looked during the first half of my life:

It loomed over Portland from the north, looking like a giant vanilla ice cream cone.

Thirty years ago today, it was a different story:

Now the mountain has a crewcut:

Even after all this time, St. Helens still looks odd to me when I approach Portland from the south.

Would you believe we still carry face masks in the car's glove compartment? Just in case St. Helens decides to spew a little more ash.