On the morning of May 18, 1980, I, along with my husband and our 1-year old son, was camping on our recreational property near the town of Cougar.
My husband woke merely seconds after the eruption, though he heard no noise from the blast. As he ventured outside our camp trailer, he heard faint rumbling sounds. He couldn’t figure out where the sounds were coming from until he looked up to the sky. There he saw strange billowing clouds and within the clouds he observed tiny bolts of lightning. The sounds he was hearing were from the faint thunder caused by those tiny bolts of lightning.
He ran back into the trailer, grabbed our son and told me to get in our pickup truck because the mountain had blown. We headed down to Yale Lake Park, about a mile west of Cougar, to get a better look at the mountain and to determine whether we needed to beat feet down the road to Woodland.
The view we saw was simply awesome! After a while, we, along with some friends, drove back to Cougar. At the Lone Fir Resort, we witnessed a bunch of guys tossing their belongings from a large trailer parked in the RV section of the Resort. They had panic on their faces and their eyes seemed as large a silver dollars. As we talked to them we found out they were part of a tree planting crew that had been on the mountain that morning when it erupted and they were getting out of town as quickly as possible.