On May 18 as in every year I say hi to my relatives that avoided death at the hands of Mount St. Helens in 1980. The story is not one of near death racing out of the path of the pyroclastic cloud or lahar down both forks of the Toutle River. It is a slightly amusing story of our parents inability to make what had become our annual trip to the Weyerhaeuser Toutle River Campground possible due to work. One ‘uncle’ was called to Norfolk, another was scheduled to work in Huntsville, AL, my own father mistakenly read his work schedule incorrectly and as a result our grandfather deferred because no one else would be coming. As in the three previous years we would have been at Fawn Lake Sunday morning. The lake is on the back side of a ridge and the mountain is not viewable from the shore. This area is somewhat famous for the picture of the body in the back of a pickup truck. If we had been there we in all likelihood would have died! If we had not been at the Lake we may have been buried by the mudflow along the highway or in the campground.
So through this strange set of circumstances I and my family live.
Writing is going well as I am editing Pilgrim’s Trail for greater detail and depth, something I see that some of my writing lacks. Also not one but 2 sequels to the book are slowly developing. The sequel to Capitulation has made strides forward as well! Several other stories have appeared as well and are developing!
I have also been reading a lot of Edgar Rice Burroughs as well to include reading Tarzan to David.