My mom used to tell me stories about the day the mountain blew up, and how she remembered the day. It's all a little too close to home. I wasnt even thought of the day the top blew off. I learned about it in school and that's about as close to the thing as I got. So with some un experted coordinating and planning, Dylan and I took a trip to Helens, instead of venturing to Mt. Rainier like the OG plan. So we drove off into the land of no service, but plenty of radio reception.
Beautiful... Weeds? Nah.. I'm sure they have some technical name
These steps went on forever up the hill..
70's Polaroid anyone?
An Obediant Dog When She Wants To Be
Contemplative Creative Face.
We all need to learn how to share!
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