I know there aren't many here who live in the Pac NW, but some may remember this day clearly as I do. This morning I was kind of shocked to realize it's been 45 years since that Sunday morning my ex and I were having our morning coffee when we heard a loud noise and some time later seeing ash falling from the sky. We lived in Yakima then.
It was coming down so thickly that we could not see our neighbors' lights on in their windows. Most of what I remember now is talking with relatives down in SW Washington about the disruption of I-5 traffic due to flooding of the Toutle River and ash everywhere. And subsequent smaller "burps" that came later.
There was so much ash on the roads in Yakima that the city brought out their snowplows to scrape the streets. It wasn't good for cars' air intakes. Many people wore masks. The Yakima Valley is agricultural; much of the apple industry is there. I recall news stories wondering how the ash would affect the crops and sales.
The most poignant thought I had this morning was realizing that our first daughter was born the following spring---and she's 44 years old! Somehow I just hadn't really realized how old she is now! Shock to my system.
Anyone else have volcano memories?