In the Path of Destruction: Eyewitness Chronicles of Mount St. Helens

A napping volcano blinked a wake in March 1980. Two months later, when that mountain roared, Jim Scymanky was logging a slope above Hoffistadt Creek. "Rocks zinged through the woods, bouncing off trees, then the tops of trees snapped off…Suddenly I could see nothing…it got hot right away, then scorching hot and impossible to breathe…I was being cremated, the pain unbearable." Mike Hubbard was further away-sixteen miles northwest, hear Green River. "I was on my knees, my back to the hot wind...