Boom!
We had only been a couple for a few months. The BF
(decades away from being the Husband) & I only knew one other male couple
in the world, friends from the theatre world.
Our first apartment was a breathtaking find, the top
floor of a late 19th century mansion in the Browne’s Addition neighborhood of
Spokane. Our living room was the vast former ballroom with a large balcony,
& the rest of our digs were the former servants quarters, a warren of small
rooms tucked under the eaves. This section of the apartment ended with a large
screened in summer porch. We paid an unheard of $200 a month to live in this
luxury. Our friends thought we were nutty to spend so much.
We wanted our male-couple friends to see our unusual,
exclusive penthouse, & they were invited to brunch on a beautiful, warm
spring Sunday morning. This couple was impressed with the living quarters &
the meal. As we walked them to their automobile & hugged good-bye, we all
looked at the western horizon. In the distance, the sky was a curtain of an
uncommon grey & green. We all remarked at the weird weather coming our way.
We would soon learn that at 8:33am, Mount Saint Helens
had blown its top in an unprecedented (in modern times) eruption of an active
volcano in the PNW. Within an hour, the city’s street lights had come on & by
noon it looked like midnight. At 3pm the ash was mid-calf deep & covered
everything. We were getting conflicting directives from emergency authorities:
don't drive, wear a mask or protection-
it will get in your lungs, don’t sweep it, don’t get it wet, hose it down,
sweep it into piles, don't panic, it can kill you. The fire stations issued
masks. We were quick to get to the store & stock up on wine & pizza.
We spent 3 days locked in our place, listening to music,
drinking wine, & making love. The ash would eventually permeate everything.
It got into my considerably large album collection, including all of my obscure
Original Cast recordings of Broadway & West End Musicals. The ash got into
the sleeves of the LPs & scratched the vinyl. The volcano’s spewing would
lay waste to my music & ruin my future husband’s work computer (which was
the size of a large room). We could spot drifts of the ash on the side of roads
in Eastern Washington for decades. The only good news: the ash was the perfect
compound for pottery making, & an entire Mt. St. Helens ashtray industry
was born.
The eruption was the deadliest & most economically
destructive volcanic event in the history of the USA. 57 people were killed;
250 homes, 47 bridges, 15 miles of railways, 185 miles of highway were
destroyed. The eruption caused a massive debris avalanche, reducing the
elevation of the mountain's summit from 9,677 feet to 8,365 feet & replacing
it with a 1 mile wide horseshoe-shaped crater. The ash was carried east all the
way to Europe. It made for spectacular sunsets for more than a year.
That night on May 18th, 1981, when we went to
bed & physically expressed our love for each other, my future husband, bit
my ear gently & whispered: “Did the earth move for you, baby?"
We have a peek-a-boo view of the Mount Saint Helens from
our place- Post Apocalyptic Bohemia, & we spy it often while driving around
Portland. Mount Hood, also an active volcano is even closer to Portland. It is
one of 5 active volcanoes in a hundred miles of our house. The Husband & I
have aged 33 years since the big boom. We are considerably older & not
nearly as frisky, but you never know when the mountain will blow again... "Did the earth move for you, baby?"





























