Good morning, Netizens…
This is a spectacular nighttime picture of Mount Redoubt blowing its stack late last night near Anchorage, Alaska, which certainly brings back old memories of Mount St. Helens, doesn’t it? Yes, for the sake of those who fortunate enough to be a safe distance from St. Helens when it blew, there was sporadic violent lightning storms just before the show really began to rock and roll and the Gods began bowling, rolling or tossing huge boulders at human pins far down the mountainside.
Where were you when St. Helens blew? Could you smell the sulphur? I was unfortunately between Tri-Cities and Ellensburg on the Interstate. My first warning that St. Helens had popped her cork was a boulder bouncing off the pavement. Later on I could smell the sulphur in the air, and never forgot that acrid, burning aroma.