Somewhere around 1983, my dad chartered a little plane to take us over and around St. Helens and view the devastation from above. It was stunning. From above all of the trees that had been knocked down and stripped bare looked like hundreds of thousands of toothpicks that had been dropped from above. For a relatively young and impressionable kid, it was a lesson in the power of nature that has never left me. Hard to believe that it has already been 30 years.