Our clock radio turned on at 8:30 that morning, and we were awakened by the announcer excitedly talking about something happening on the mountain and that a helicopter was on its way to get a closer look.
We jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and scrambled outside to see for ourselves. Upon scooting around some houses that blocked the view to the north, was could see for ourselves what the excitement was about.
Although we lived in downtown Vancouver, we decided to drive to the View church and watch from there, spending several hours oohing and aawing watching not only the roiling clouds, but also the lightning and the forest fires.
