Happy May Day!
44 degrees at 7:30 this morning. Had a quiet night and started out early for
Mt. St. Helen’s. We have heard that the
road through the park isn’t completely opened, but there are sights to see and
the State-run Visitors Center is open.
Getting there, we travel some back roads – hand painted sign
reading "Eggs, Kindling & Camping" gives you an idea. Lots of logging and
occasional cabins and houses, most all of which are flying the Seahawks “12”
flag (the fans being the 12th
player on the team – an idea they stole {actually bought after a wrangle} from Texas A&M).
We drive alongside Riffe Lake and stop at Mossy Rock
Dam. There are quite a few dams and
resultant reservoirs and lakes in the area.
Mossy Rock is the tallest one in Washington State at 605’.
We pass some pastureland, a bulb farm, Christmas tree farms
and berry farms. A U-Pick sign for
blueberries says come back in August.
There are workers in some of the fields doing planting and
trimming. The occasional houses have
lilacs and other Spring flowers.
The power and ferocity of the event are captured in the film, photos and some very moving personal
The visitor center is 30 miles from the mountain, and we drive as far as we can, to Coldwater Lake, which is near where the road is closed.
There are several overlooks along the way but the only things open, naturally, are a restaurant and gift shop. We stop for the views and signage at Elk Rock, Castle Rock, Coldwater Lake. As we get within the blast area, it is obvious that all the trees are fairly young. Mostly Noble Fir and other evergreens. Many were planted but some, like alder and aspen, are coming back on their own. All were surprised how quickly life began to return as plants and animals appeared.
Coldwater Lake |
Next we go further south to some lava tube caves, Ape Caves (no apes, it is named after a local climbing group), but there is no easy way to get
there – quite a drive. Still part of the Mt. St. Helen's National Monument area, the caves are
over 12,000’ long and were discovered in 1951 by Larry Johnson. There are stairs down into the caves at one
point, but once down there it is all rock and stone, dripping water and dark as
night.
The caves are shaped like tunnels and are probably at least 10’ in diameter. We have brought two flashlights. There are scoring marks along the side and occasional spots where we have to clamber over piles of rocks. Cold and quiet. We hike for about a mile and then back to daylight.
We decide to stop at a spot along Road 83 that Greg had noticed on the
way in. A short, rough road to a clearing and even rougher road beyond, definitely not
well traveled.
I walk while Greg
exercises and spot hundreds of tadpoles – we hear the frogs later that night. Lots of yellow Scottish Broom, which seems to be prolific here and in Oregon, from the beaches to the mountains!
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