Here is what the sky looked like, 150 miles downwind (Moses Lake, Washington): http://www.grimshaworigin.org/LeahNadineGw.htm#StHelens
Note that at the time, nobody knew if this was just the beginning of something even worse. e.g. would the whole area become completely buried in ash?
In Newport, we didn't receive any ash because the wind was blowing from the west on May 18. However we received a slight sprinkling of ash from a smaller eruption later in the summer.
You're welcome. I'm really kicking myself now for not sharing this back in 1980. Oh well. By the way, thanks to freesound this (or rather, the original raw file) is going to be on the radio tomorrow, Feb. 8, 2007. A radio show producer saw my recording here and contacted me. He did a brief phone interview and we exchanged some files. My voice plus the recording plays for about 10 seconds in a 2-minute program called "A Moment in Time". Here's the list of stations: http://amomentintime.com/stations.asp However I don't know what time of day the show airs. I think you will be able to listen to the story on their website if you sign up as a member (for free).
I'll never forget that day. I was about 9. I live in a little town about 300 mi east of the mountain called Milton-Freewater, OR. In the mobile home we lived in at the time, my mom and I, there was a window right over my head in my bedroom. I woke up that morning, and it was the strangest-looking morning I had ever seen: the room was illuminated the way it usually was in the morning, but a glance up out the window revealed a dark sky. Puzzled, I sat up, turned and looked out the window-there was a narrow band of blue sky on the northern horizon, but from the west to the east, it was this wierd, dark, purplish-brown color. What I thought were clouds against the dark sky were actually, upon closer examination, pockets of brownish-grey hanging heavily down from one enormous cloud, just as that photo from Moses Lake shows. I ran down the hall and pounded on my mom's door to wake her up, yelling that "there's something wrong with the sky." Now, my mom was the daughter of dustbowlers, and a child of the Cold War who did the "duck-and-cover" drills in school; she had been raised on stories of deadly dust storms and twisters, and lived most of her life under fear of nuclear attack....so when she heard me yelling about something being "wrong" with the sky, there's no telling WHAT she thought. She woke up and we were down the hall into the living room like a shot, and she turned on the TV. Back then, since we didn't have cable, you could get 6 channels-3 each from Spokane and the Tri-Cities. None of the Spokane ones came through, but the ABC Tri-Cities affiliate was showing a program called "Kids Are People Too"-and there was a tape running across the bottom explaining that Mt. St. Helens had erupted. Now, the mountain had been erupting for a while, so when they said that and we noted the sky outside, we knew: THIS MUST BE THE BIG ONE. We didn't get any major ashfall, fortunately, but my great aunt in Yakima sure did. By that afternoon she said it was like the duststorms had been: black as midnight with curtains of brown pouring out of the skies. I still have some ash she sent us.
I remember that day very well. One of the victims of the eruption was a young man my husband & I were acquainted with from our college days at Linfield -- Reid Blackburn -- a reporter for the Vancouver Columbian, who was on the mountain at the time of the eruption. My parents lived high on a hill near Portland, and had a birds-eye-view of the entire event. Hard to believe it is nearly 30 years now -- seems like last week.
I too will never forget that Sunday morning. I was a firefighter on duty at Bellevue Fire Department station one (97 miles away), and was outside, having just started my 24 hour shift, washing Battalion One's duty vehicle when I heard the blast. At the time it sounded to me like an electrical pole mounted transformer had blown in our response area somewhere south of the station, and I started to hurry up my task to finish before the expected dispatch of Engine One. About a minute or two later the tones went off and to my surprise two of us were sent on an unrelated aid response. Upon returning to the station 45 minutes later with Aid One, we found the rest of the crew watching the eruption on television, and it hit me what my Lieutenant and I were ear-witness to. Of the five people on duty at station one that day, he and I were the only two that heard it - a single blast - apparently because we were outside. Boring story to most, but fun for me to recall the details and share here. Jim Flick, Firefighter/Paramedic retired. I'm the one on the far right in this old picture. http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/special/pulitzers/gay_pulitzer.html
This is a historic moment captured. It's an eerie, chilling sound - knowing what it actually is. Thank you so much for making this amazing recording available. :-)
I heard this very low sounding thud while standing in a parking lot in Lynwood, north of Seattle. It was overcast that day and you couldn't see Mt. Rainier. The USGS was monitoring the earthquake activity and everyone seemed to be on high alert that something was going to happen. It was the next day when the overcast had lifted that you could see the ash column roiling sky ward. Awesome!
Whoa...! Absolutely AMAZING. I have to echo Sandyrb here: "It's an eerie, chilling sound-knowing what it actually is." Thank you for sharing this nearly lost and invaluably important piece of history with us! WOW!
You have no idea how amazing it is for me to hear this. I was living in Eugene then. I remember that sound jolting me out of my sleep. I've always been a deep sleeper and, at that time, I was a college kid sleeping in on a Sunday morning after a typical Sat. night. So, you know it was powerful. I recall thinking that something had exploded in the garage next door. Only later did I make the connection. Now, after reading your note, I suspect that I didn't hear it as much as feel it. My bedroom was on the ground floor of a house with no basement. My box spring sat directly on the floor - no frame - with the mattress on top. So, I would have been in a good position to feel that shockwave bounce off the ground. Anyway, thank you very much for posting this. It's like a wormhole back to one of the most memorable moments of my lifetime.
I've rated it 0 for the simple reason that there is no sound. Even after downloading it there is no sound. It's not a problem with my PC because I'm using it to listen to music right now.
Oh yes there is a sound. As noted above, "The booms are very low frequency, thus you should listen with headphones or larger speakers. On laptop speakers you probably won't hear anything."
The most astonishing sound. Transcendental almost. Thank you very much for sharing.
Amazing... yes and eerie. Reminds me of the sound we heard a few years back when I was working at Uni of Canterbury in New Zealand and we thought there had been an explosion in the Chemistry Dept or something. Turned out to be a meteorite hitting land very close to us. No damage or injury though, fortunately. Thanks for sharing!
One of the coolest recordings I've ever heard. I agree that it sounds eerie, and that just adds to the "power" of this recording. Thanks for posting this. I'm glad you had the wherewithall to record it! Nice work!!
Interesting that this sound effects people in a very similar fashion ...the word Fear comes up a lot..i also experienced this feeling..the feeling of your heart sinking...a mild adrenaline rush the brains way of telling you to get the fuck out of here ! run! Amazing piece of audio.Thank you
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