Thursday, June 12, 1980

Drove over 1000 miles from LA to see this show, and camped in line to be one of the first handful of people to get inside. After the first four songs or so I was danced out - and streching it already. When I left the show I thought it was snowing, and luckily, I only drove less than 10 miles to get a motel, rather than try to drive to the upcoming Seattle show. Seeing as how my dad lent me his best car, I'm glad I didn't try to get to Seattle.

At 7:05 p.m. on June 12, a plume of ash billowed 2.5 miles (4 km) above the volcano. At 9:09 p.m. a much stronger explosion sent an ash column about 10 miles (16 km) skyward.[32] This event caused the Portland area, previously spared by wind direction, to be thinly coated with ash in the middle of the annual Rose Festival.[33] A dacite dome then oozed into existence on the crater floor, growing to a height of 200 feet (60 m) and a width of 1,200 feet (370 m) within a week.[32] I was not there…