Comshaw
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...May 18 1980?
It was a nice sunny Sunday. I was working in my yard when I heard what sounded like an explosion. I thought someone was blasting in the foothills of the Olympics. I later found out it was Mt. St. Helens blowing her top. Thank goodness I live 275 miles north of the mountain and on the leeward side of a mountain range.
Two days later I was in Moses Lake shoveling ash off the top of buildings with my National Guard unit. That far north of the mountain it was a very fine power. The first night we were there it rained and the fine gray ash turned into sticky gray glue. It was heavy as hell. We weighed it and rain soaked as it was it tipped the scales at 87 lbs. a square foot.Needless to say that caused a lot of consternation among building owners.
Late the second day our CO got a call from the hospital. It seems the hospital building was making weird groaning noises. The Co sent me and another guy over to take a look. When we climbed to the roof we found 3 feet of water on top. All the drains and down spout were clogged with ash. They evacuated the building but it took us several hours to get the drains cleared. The great part of this story is that while we're slogging around in that puddle atop the hospital trying to get the drains open, the mayor called our CO and wanted all hands to go shovel ash off the clay tennis courts owned by the city. My CO politely told him to piss off.
So, you got one? A story of having witnessed or been part of a historical event?
Let hear it.
Comshaw
It was a nice sunny Sunday. I was working in my yard when I heard what sounded like an explosion. I thought someone was blasting in the foothills of the Olympics. I later found out it was Mt. St. Helens blowing her top. Thank goodness I live 275 miles north of the mountain and on the leeward side of a mountain range.
Two days later I was in Moses Lake shoveling ash off the top of buildings with my National Guard unit. That far north of the mountain it was a very fine power. The first night we were there it rained and the fine gray ash turned into sticky gray glue. It was heavy as hell. We weighed it and rain soaked as it was it tipped the scales at 87 lbs. a square foot.Needless to say that caused a lot of consternation among building owners.
Late the second day our CO got a call from the hospital. It seems the hospital building was making weird groaning noises. The Co sent me and another guy over to take a look. When we climbed to the roof we found 3 feet of water on top. All the drains and down spout were clogged with ash. They evacuated the building but it took us several hours to get the drains cleared. The great part of this story is that while we're slogging around in that puddle atop the hospital trying to get the drains open, the mayor called our CO and wanted all hands to go shovel ash off the clay tennis courts owned by the city. My CO politely told him to piss off.
So, you got one? A story of having witnessed or been part of a historical event?
Let hear it.
Comshaw