At long last, my darlings, we continue our series on the May 1980 eruption of Mount St. Helens with a brand new, never-before-published post! We’re still on about trees. In this edition, you will learn what the trees caught in the catastrophic May 18th eruption and my teenaged legs have in common. Enjoy!
Stubble? (A guess before reading.)
I see the reality was a lot more cringe-worthy than my pathetic attempt at humour. I don’t suppose a volcano can be trained to purposefully re-direct that sandblasting power into something that actually needs it…. No? No. Hm. Alright.