I remember the eruption of Mt. St. Helens 25 years ago today like it was yesterday. Of course, I don't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday, if that tells you anything. With all the activity going on around the time of Benton's birth, Paul and I decided we should take Ben on a road trip to see the mountain. He was two weeks old, and the morning dawned clear and bright with the weather forecast predicting clear skies all day. Three hours later, when we reached the observing area, the clouds had settled in, leaving little to see but the bottom of the mountain. Not that it mattered, because the little guy slept through the whole thing. We took pictures anyway, so here is the photo documentation of that excursion.