Those were the last words spoken by David Johnston right before Mt. St. Helens erupted in May of 1980. The eruption's reverberation was felt as far away as Portland, OR, and the ash, smoke, and soot released from St. Helens darkened the spring sky for the remainder of the day. Thousands of acres of wilderness and miles of rivers were wiped out and smoothed over by mudslides that buried 3-story houses.This past weekend, Lindsay and I, along with Jim and Jessi from Bend, met in Portland, OR for a weekend of music, hiking, good food, and adult beverages.
Friday saw us witnessing one of the best concerts ever-- The Police. We traveled down to see them play at the Clark County Ampitheater in Ridgefield, WA. Their set was amazing, playing everything
you'd expect, as well as some more obscure tunes from Ghost in the Machine and Zenyatta Mondatta. We were seated in the general admission section; however, that did not disuade Lindsay from hoppin' the fence and making a bee-line for the rows of seats 100 yards away. For roughly 10 minutes, I was certain that she had been caught and escorted out of the venue, leaving myself, Jim and Jessi wondering about her whereabouts. Luckily, she made, as did the rest of us...yes, the rest of us. If it weren't for the complete stranger standing next to us, egging us on, I think we all would've chickened out. And I'm not going to lie and say a liquid courage didn't help...because it did. (A slideshow of concert pictures is in the making.)
you'd expect, as well as some more obscure tunes from Ghost in the Machine and Zenyatta Mondatta. We were seated in the general admission section; however, that did not disuade Lindsay from hoppin' the fence and making a bee-line for the rows of seats 100 yards away. For roughly 10 minutes, I was certain that she had been caught and escorted out of the venue, leaving myself, Jim and Jessi wondering about her whereabouts. Luckily, she made, as did the rest of us...yes, the rest of us. If it weren't for the complete stranger standing next to us, egging us on, I think we all would've chickened out. And I'm not going to lie and say a liquid courage didn't help...because it did. (A slideshow of concert pictures is in the making.)Saturday morning we awoke early and groggy. We camped out about 30 miles from Mt. St. Helens in an RV campground. Surrounded by Winebagos and other large campers, we felt like sardines. Nevertheless, we got a good, albeit short, night of sleep. That morning we ate a greasy breakfast then drove to the National Monument where we did the touron thing for a few hours. We were all pretty tired from the previous night of debauchery, so we kept it pretty low key.
Just a couple of other random updates: Lindsay and I have been rock climbing a lot at this amazing collection of cliffs called Index. Beautiful granite walls with some of the best crack lines we've ever climbed. Mabel's adjustment to big city living has been pretty seemless thanks to the help of the dozen or so dogs that have quickly befriended her, and helped with her doggie 
socialization. She still suffers from some serious separation anxiety, though. Just last Thursday she showed us just how much she missed us by chewing one of our backseat seatbelts in half! Yes, thanks Mabel for that. (This is a picture of Mabes in the headrest stockade!)
socialization. She still suffers from some serious separation anxiety, though. Just last Thursday she showed us just how much she missed us by chewing one of our backseat seatbelts in half! Yes, thanks Mabel for that. (This is a picture of Mabes in the headrest stockade!)
1 comment:
Triangle!!!
Post a Comment