Most of you probably weren't even thought of yet or were way to young to remember, but I don't think I will ever forget it.
I wake up, yawning.
The dream I had been having still runs in the forefront of my mind. It was the same dream I always had at 7 years old. I had run away to live in the woods and I was hollowing out a giant pine that, when finished, would serve as a home for me and my pet raccoon. The front of the tree would be covered with a big piece of dearskin that I had tanned and dried myself the week before. It would act as camouflage for any one that was looking for me. I always awoke from this dream more tired than I was when I slipped into it, for the work was hard, but I still loved that dream.
I rolled over and looked at the clock. 8:30. Ahhhhh… I could lay down for a few minutes more. Heck. It’s Sunday. No good cartoons on, and Dean and David are at church. I’ll just pull the covers up and sleep a little longer. All was good with the world.
And that is when my world (literately) flipped sideways.
Now being a west coast brat, I of course had been thru my share of quakes. I mean, we were in Washington state so they were never as bad as they got down south, but still there were the 4 or 5 on the Richter scale that hit every once in awhile. It got to the point where you didn’t even notice them anymore. That was just life.
But this was new. I had never been thru anything like this. It was like the ground was alive and just been stung by a giant bee. It was trying to kick me off. I actually saw the pavement outside my window moving like it was an ocean wave. I couldn’t stand and all my bearings were a jumble. All I could do was hold on and hope that this would end soon.
And the sound. Oh man, it was like Jimmy down the street had taken a mega pack of M-80s and tossed them into an ashcan and threw the lid back on. It was so loud I felt my eardrums bleeding.
What the heck was going on? Did the Reds hit us with one of those missiles that everyone was so freaked out about? Was I gonna die? Did I only get 7 years on this planet before being killed by the dirty commies? This isn’t fair. Please God. I promise I’ll start going to church and saying my prayers before bedtime. I just don’t want to die.
All of this happened in less than a minute, and in that minute, my whole world was changed.
Growing up in Washington, I have seen true beauty. Every morning, as I walked to school, there would be forests on either side of me, and beautiful clean skies. We had wonderful and strange wildlife. Moose and Coons and Ducks and Slugs. You ever seen a bright neon blue banana slug? No? well you just haven’t lived yet have you. And a main constant in my life, to the S.E. of me in the horizon there was Mount Rainier, massive in size and beauty and a little bit back and a little bit smaller there was Litter sister herself. Mt St. Helens. So beautiful it was called Fujisan of America.
We called her Loo-wit, and as I forget the wording of the story, here is the gist. Long ago when the world was young and everybody was happy, 2 brothers started arguing about who gets more land. The great spirit intervened & One night while the brothers were asleep he took them to a new land, to a country with high mountains. Between the mountains flowed a big river. The Great Spirit took the two brothers to the top of the high mountains and wakened them. They saw that the new country was rich and beautiful.
"Each of you will shoot a arrow in opposite directions," he said to them. "Then you will follow your arrow. Where your arrow falls, that will be your country. There you will become a great chief. The river will separate your lands."
One brother shot his arrow south and fathered the Multnomah people. The other brother shot his arrow north and became high chief of the Klickitat people.
Then a great bridge was built to span the river as a sign of peace between the two peoples and for awhile all was good.
But, like in most of these stories, people were wicked and pissed off the great spirit, so he took away the sun and everybody got really cold for they had no fire. Before you ask, just know that it rains a lot in this area.
Then he granted a wish of some old broad named Loo-wit, saying that she was pure and did not do bad bad things, so if she would share her fire (she still had some left) he would grant her one wish.
“I wanna be young and beautiful and give me a boob job and that saggy butt has to go too. If you promise that I will hand out my fire” she said.
So he instructed her to bring her fire to the bridge for both tribes to share (which she did) and in the morning he would make her vibrant and sexy once again (which he did) and for awhile all way good.
Then the 2 chiefs of the opposite lands saw her beauty and both tried to woo her. She couldn’t decide if she wanted Wyeast (Contestant #1) or Klickitat (Contestant #2) and they got into a war over her which pissed off the great spirit so he changed the 3 troublemaker into Mountains. Wyeast is Mt Hood, Klickitat is Mt Adams, and pretty lil Loo-wit became Mount St Helens.
Ok. Story times over. Where was I? Ah yes. So I finally was able to stand and look out the window and saw that Loo-wit had finally blown her top. Streams of ash and fire were shooting up into the air. I had never seen anything like it. It was horrifying and wonderful at the same time.
That’s when my dad came running out and shoved my sister and I into the van and we drove in the opposite direction.
But, as always in these stories I start to write with the best intentions, I find my self rambling, so we will leave soon and I will insert some pictures. Loo-wit really was a beauty to behold, and I will never forget the impact she and that day had on my life. Guess the moral of this story is don’t shit where you eat or how bout if life gives you lemons sell them on ebay as Jesus stones. Someone will buy them.