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Today Xen and I drove to St. Helens, to try to get as close as possible to potential death. Some interesting things we saw along the way:
*A sign that said "Begin Blast Zone"
*Two Russian-speaking filmmakers with California plates filming a closed tourist shop in the middle of the night
*A lookout spot gated off and labelled "Media Only" in large red capital letters.
We drove up to the spot where the road is closed, but the higher we got, the thickr the fog became. Drizzly rain fell through a pea-soup fog that smelled of volcano, and the travel-advisory radio station told us that ash and rain could cause dangerous conditions on steep roads.
As we climbed into the fog, I got a really eerie unsettled feeling. Gideon (our bird) seemed to feel it too; he huddled close to me, something he usually doesn't do in the car. I wondered if we were feeling the electrical activity that seismic events sometimes put out, the thing that makes animals get scared right before an earthquake.
Unfortunately, we couldn't see the top of the mountain, and the tourist traps were all closed so I couldn't buy ash to send to the kids. Still was a good drive though.
Tucker
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