It was a nice sunny Sunday, so my three boys and I decided to go for a motorcycle ride.
We took off up the Columbia River and drove through the hills and had a good time.
Driving along Marine Drive on the way home, we couldn’t figure out why all those people were standing on the edge of the road staring north.
We stopped, and we saw St. Helens blowing her top.
It was my youngest son’s birthday, he’d just turned 18.