This post sponsored by our publishing partner Cripple Creek Backcountry.
In 1987, seven years after the big eruption, Lou and I skied Mount St. Helens. I was 28. Our tracks left white stripes on the ash covered snow. Who would have known that 32 years later I’d have the pleasure of skiing it again, this time with my 28 year old son, on bright white snow, everyone dressed female to honor the X chromosome. The circle of life never ceases to amaze.
Skiing Mt. St. Helens for Mother’s Day is a popular Pacific Northwest tradition, so much so that permits get snapped up minutes after they are posted. Permits to ascent the volcano are required year round now, info here.