I was at OSLC church family camp as a 10 year old. We were at Camp Arnold (Eatonville, WA) and heard a significant boom. An hour later there was a dark cloud coming out of the north and then the word got out that Helens had blown, ash was heading north, the rivers were flooding with mud, etc. etc. We loaded up the car and skadaddle out of there.
Fortunately for some the ash headed east, but I remember the aftermath well even though I was not affected very much.
Well, Nick, wouldn't you know it, I was at Camp Arnold with OSLC, too, that day :-) I remember the awe of seeing the big dark cloud, watching it grow in the distance over the main building there at Camp Arnold, thinking how much it looked like a nuclear blast plume. Remember the pond? The year before I ended up in it when my dad stepped off the dock and into our canoe. He lost his balance and dumped us both into that mucky water. (Being 13, I was humiliated, of course.) There was no actual bottom to that pond, you know. Just endless depths of slime...
Camp Arnold. In retrospect it was a bit more like Camp Disaster for me ;-) Funny, but those memories are actually fond ones that make me smile.
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I was at OSLC church family camp as a 10 year old. We were at Camp Arnold (Eatonville, WA) and heard a significant boom. An hour later there was a dark cloud coming out of the north and then the word got out that Helens had blown, ash was heading north, the rivers were flooding with mud, etc. etc. We loaded up the car and skadaddle out of there.
Fortunately for some the ash headed east, but I remember the aftermath well even though I was not affected very much.
By Nick, at 11:36 AM
Well, Nick, wouldn't you know it, I was at Camp Arnold with OSLC, too, that day :-) I remember the awe of seeing the big dark cloud, watching it grow in the distance over the main building there at Camp Arnold, thinking how much it looked like a nuclear blast plume.
Remember the pond? The year before I ended up in it when my dad stepped off the dock and into our canoe. He lost his balance and dumped us both into that mucky water. (Being 13, I was humiliated, of course.) There was no actual bottom to that pond, you know. Just endless depths of slime...
Camp Arnold. In retrospect it was a bit more like Camp Disaster for me ;-) Funny, but those memories are actually fond ones that make me smile.
By Anonymous, at 11:14 PM
WOW...do you know each other?
By Dr. Glenn E. Malone, at 8:34 AM
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