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what remains…

Mt. St. Helens from Johnston Ridge ObservatoryWhen Helen blew her top, I wasn’t running for my life, driving foot-to-the-floor against impossible odds, clinging to a tree blasted by the pumiced wind. I wasn’t buried, or even dusted, with ash. I stepped out the front door of my Seattle storefront studio and walked a half block to the freeway overpass where I could watch in awe and fascination the growing plume.

This weekend, visiting for the first time the scarred landscape of the mountain, my fascination is undiminished. She was no saint, this mountain. But then she wasn’t named for the cross-seeking, church-building, alms-giving mother of Constantine. George Vancouver named his ‘discovery’ for his friend, the diplomat Alleyne Fitzherbert, Baron St. Helens.

Standing a handful of miles from the crater some 31 years from her big blow — adjacent slopes re-greened with fast-growing firs, a foursome of elk dozing in the grass — one reaches for superlatives to describe the still-evident devastation and finds that they’ve all been used.

What’s left is the eye’s sweep across the impossible, the imagination’s replay of the inconceivable, and awe.
Jeff Hollett photo taken July 10, 2010

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