Mt St Helens

Before I moved here one of my great fears was that this baby would erupt and I would be blown to bits.... Jumping from one unrealistically irrational fear to the next I am now waiting for Mt. Tabor to go kablooey while I sit having cheap pasta and a pint at the BOG. I can be such a silly goose!

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