|Someone looks a bit nervous so close to the edge!|
|The brown blob on the left is, indeed, a bear. Fortunately, 'golfer' was not on the breakfast menu the day I snapped this photo.|
|Mt. Rainier, Washington State|
In the spring of 1980, the most destructive volcanic explosion in the continental U.S. occurred just a few hundred miles from my home. Mt. St. Helens erupted. I was a teenager at the time. Never before, and never since (thank God), have I seen nature unleash such raw, savage power.
|Mt. St. Helens in the 1970's, before the big blast|
|Mt St. Helens, May 18, 1980|
|This was once a lush forest of 100-foot trees on Mt. St. Helens|
More than 20 years later, I was able to share the heartbreak and the hope of Mt. St. Helens with a new generation in my book, VOLCANOES.
So, after all I have experienced, what is it about these dangerous beauties that attracts me?
Maybe I am drawn to them because I, too, am a mess of contradictions. Sometimes peaceful, sometimes fierce. Sometimes fearful, sometimes courageous. But always, surviving. Resiliency. I suppose that's what mountains teach me. Resiliency of the heart, mind, and spirit. Mountains test me. And up there, almost touching the clouds, I face my fears and learn to overcome them.
|My husband, Bill, took this photo of a curious doe on Hurricane Ridge in the Olympic Mountains|
And I can’t wait to get there.