Time well spent.

I've lived the Pacific Northwest for most of my life, and never once (until now) been to Mount St. Helens. I wasn't even in state when it blew it's top in 1980.  We were living in San Diego at the time (my Dad was in the Navy), and the only reason we found out what had happened, is that a friend of the family called my mother to see if her mother was alright. It was then we found out that it had erupted.

So over the weekend we packed up the Explorer, and headed up to the mountain. We were trying to escape the heat, but it seemed to follow us (damn weather for forecasts). It was also a great time to put my camera to good use, and got some great pictures. No culinary adventure, we packed a lunch.

Time with my son is short, and I try to cram in as much as I can in the short time we have together. So it's always a joy to share things like this, with him.