by Sharon Maeda
May 18, 1980 was a beautiful sunny morning. I left SeaTac Airport for a trip to Los Angeles. I was a finalist for a job and although it was a great opportunity, I didn’t particularly have any interest in living in “Lalaland.” So, I booked a flight that gave me enough time to get to a Venice Beach hotel for the interview, a meal along the boardwalk, back to the airport and home to Seattle in a one-day trip.
As we took off from SeaTac, the pilot announced that we had received clearance to circle Mount St. Helens to see the steam. He told us to stay in our seats as we would be circling two times, giving everyone a chance to take photos. We could see the thin line of steam and the rim of the crater.
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