PERSONAL PHOTOS AFTER THE RED-ZONE!

Mt. St. Helens erupted Sunday May 18th, 1980 8:32 a.m. The following photographs were taken two years later immediately following the opening of the "Red Zone."



This is hard to see, but a huge tree was blown into the windshield of this logging truck. The root system is embedded in the cab of the truck.



Same as the above.



14 miles away and two years later. The amazing part of it all was the amount of vegetation already popping its head up through the ash and splinters of the distruction. Lol, so was my husband.



With the Toutle River meandering its course in the background, limited skelatel remains of nature stand like old saluting soldiers against a backdrop of Flanders Field.



I was most amazed by the lack of organized flow of the Toutle River. No picture or words could have prepared me for the actual reality of a "bankless" river. It was everywhere it wanted to be, with nothing big enough or strong enough to stop it. Kind of like, a river having a bad hair day. You can see the "man-made" banks on the other side.



Two years later and 15 miles away, Weyerhauser is dug out from under a 4 ft. mudflow, bringing to surface bits and pieces of mens work clothing - remnants and reminders of the casualties of man against the mountain. We didn't linger here for very long! There was no dispelling a curious mixture of God, Spirit and "places to get the XXXX away from"!



This is an old oil truck buried up to its fenders in mud. The tires were still intact and the tire iron laid nearby in the ash.



Twenty miles away - amongst a ransacked forest of sticks .... I experienced my first Big Foot sighting!



Here is where the road ended, 2 years and "still" 13 miles from
Mt. St. Helens.