Remembering St. Helens 30 years later

By Washington, Our Home|May 19, 2010|Family, History, Mt. Saint Helens, Western Washington|3 comments

Mt. Saint HelensThese were my comments printed in the Vancouver Columbian for their 30-year anniversary special on the eruption of Mt. St. Helens.

You can read them on the website here:

I’ll be the first to admit that my memory as described below is slightly inaccurate, as I found out from my father after discussing this article with him, however it is still worth posting due to the special occasion. Enjoy!

Lifelong interest started with a boom

By Erich Ebel

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

I was 5 years old living in Bothell.

It was a Sunday morning, so my then-1-year-old brother, Matt, and I were in our living room watching cartoons. I remember it was a relatively clear day, with blue skies and sunshine.

Out of nowhere, there was a sudden noise like a bomb had gone off. It was very loud, and I looked worriedly at my brother. Being one, he didn’t have the same reaction to the sound as I did, but since the house was still standing and no one seemed to be panicking, I resumed watching cartoons.

A few moments later, my father came downstairs in his underwear and asked if we knew what that sound was. I remember replying, “It sounded like a sonic boom.” Growing up around Western Washington, we often lived near military bases where jets would create sonic booms as they exceeded the speed of sound over our heads. My father looked out the window for a few moments and, seeing nothing immediately wrong outside, turned and headed into the kitchen.

Several hours later, after driving to work, my father called us from his office.

“I heard it on the radio on my way in. Mount St. Helens erupted. That was the sound we heard this morning,” he explained to me.

Having visited the mountain before, I immediately recalled the pristine scenery, the wildlife, the evergreen trees, and Spirit Lake. I wondered what it must look like now, having only a 5-year-old’s grasp of the kind of devastation only a volcano can wreak upon the landscape.

Several years later, after the area was declared safe for travel again, we returned to the mountain. There was absolutely no way to prepare for what we were about to see. The entire landscape was bare and gray. Thousands of trees lay flattened, as if combed down like strands of hair. Nothing lived… at least, nothing we could see.

Fascinated, I peered through the glass of our blue Ford Econoline van as we traversed the newly opened road. We stopped at a few scenic overlooks, including the fenced off wreckage of a vehicle that had been caught in the searing-hot ash cloud. I remember wondering if there had been people in it, perhaps vainly trying to outrun the cloud. Morbid curiosity kept my interest in the event piqued.

Over the next decade, we often traveled to Spokane to visit my cousins. I remember at some point every trip, we’d pull over to the side of I-90 somewhere in Kittitas or Grant County and walk about twenty feet out from the road. Reaching down, we could easily scoop up ash from the St. Helens blast just lying several inches thick on the ground. I still have a baggie of it somewhere in the house.

The 1980 Mount St. Helens eruption sparked for me a lifelong fascination with the geology of the Pacific Northwest. At one point in college, I even tried to become a volcanologist (until I realized how much science was involved). Still, it’s a fond memory for me to travel back to the site and tell the story to my wife and son, watching his eyes glimmer with the same fascination.

Seeing animals and greenery returning to the mountain is a wonderful way to express to him how, no matter how devastating something may seem, life will find a way to persevere.

Though it was a tragic event, it is also a valuable and historic teaching opportunity, one which will forever be etched into the story of Washington state, our great nation and our planet.

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My name is Erich R. Ebel. I was born in Spokane and moved to Colville, Bothell, Tacoma, and back to Spokane again, all before I was 14. I attended Washington State University in Pullman, graduated and moved back to Spokane. In 2000, I enlisted in the United State Army Reserve and spent six months at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. Then it was back to Spokane. After six years, it was time to get out and see the world. And what better place to start than Las Vegas, Nevada! I met my beautiful wife while working at KVBC-TV in Las Vegas, and after three years of suffering in the extreme heat and undeniably long nights, we were called back to Washington State. Landing first in Lakewood, we suffered for a year in an uncomfortably old and small apartment before a shooting and a kidnapping in our complex strongly urged us to leave town. After relocating to Lacey, we have now settled and spend as much time as we can exploring the fine facets of this beautiful state. From Tenino to Tonasket, Brewster to Blaine and Vader to Vancouver, I have enjoyed every moment of this great state.


  1. One thing that wasn’t clear to you at the time… on the day before Mt. St. Helens blew, you and your brother and mom and I all drove to Mt. Rainier for a day trip. We drove up the west side thru Carbonado and up the Mowich Lake road. Somewhere along the way, the road travels up a ridge, and on the right side of the road was the best view of Mt. St. Helens I’d ever seen. Still had its top for one more day.

    Next AM… BOOM!

  2. Very cool stuff. How neat that you use it to teach your son a life lesson. Hope you guys are doing great!

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