The year before Mt. St. Helens erupted on May 18, 1980, my dad took us up to the turnaround on the mountain. When we were coming back, my dad stopped at Mt. St. Helens Lodge and we met Harry Truman. We knew that Harry had a reputation of being offish and private but he was warm to us and talkative. My dad was a contractor and asked if he would sell the Lodge but he said no. My dad told Harry that he wanted to restore the lakeside cabins that used to be rented to fishermen and newlyweds. Harry had let them run down after his wife had died. The idea was to place me there to run that business for a possible partnership. It never happened but here is why I am telling this story. Harry offered to show us his prized Elvis Pink Caddy that was in his barn but my dad passed on it. So along with Harry and his 15 cats, there is a certain car that is buried nearby. They are under hundreds of feet of crushed mountain and water. Spirit Lake is now about 200 feet higher than it was. I think about Harry often, on the mountain that he loved.
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Two days afterwards, on May 20, Fate placed me in a Washington State Air National Guard rescue chopper as an observer. I was one of a handful of people that were allowed into the 50 mile “Red Zone” circle that the Governor had created. I of course thought about Harry that day. We were much closer to the mountain than they let then President Carter get to, two days later. In a non related event to my flight, I met the President and shook hands. He came within a few miles of where I lived and was visiting evacuated people at a middle school that became a Red Cross shelter.