It was just a normal day fishing. Me, my dad, my brother, and Dad's kid-less colleagues.
At some point, one of the wives noticed a dark black cloud peeking between the hills to the west. As it grew, she became increasingly convinced it was an eruption from Mt. St. Helens, whose rumblings had been in the nightly news. This was of course clearly ridiculous Dad says, we are at least 400 miles away.