Sunset in South Dakota.
Pretty much dark. The representation of the teepee was a structure repeated at most of the South Dakota rest stops I passed.
Mount St. Helens at the beginning of the hike.
Clouds obstruct the view.
Looking down at the Spirit Lake Memorial Highway that leads to Johnston Ridge Observatory.
Many of the clouds have dissipated, and we're not even halfway to the end of the trail.
Delicate looking flower taking root amidst the ruined land.
Andy said this was called an "Indian Paintbrush" and that the mountainside would be tinged in red when most of them were blooming.
Spirit Lake, with Mt. Adams in the background.
Mount St. Helens, the crater quite visible.
Easily the most nerve-wracking part of the trail. I wasn't looking forward to the return portion.
Mt. Adams in the background.
Clouds or condensation?
Little patches of snow, small flowers... this felt like springtime.
Shaded areas up 3000ft or higher were more likely to have patches of snow.
Crevices, too, shaded from the sun, had snow in them once we started getting up closer to Harry's Ridge.
Remains of snow overhangs called cornices.
Trees completed blasted by the volcanic forces of the eruption. Most of the trunks ended up in Spirit Lake.
Spirit Lake. The logs are from the trees decimated in the explosion. Mt. Adams is in the background, still covered in snow in late July.
Mount St. Helens.
This part of the trail was like going back in time by 3-4 months -- it seemed like springtime.
Andy uses one of the poles to show the flower more fully.
So many little flowers. It's only taken 30 years to get to this point.
The Boundary Trail.
Where the trail branches. We went up to Harry's Ridge.
Andy forges ahead while I stop to take a quick picture and steel my nerves. This section was brutal. I'm not afraid of heights, but my peripheral vision didn't like the 900ft drop to my side, especially in the area where there wasn't even vegetation to mask it.
The crater. The clouds from earlier have dissipated, and the snowmelt is more obvious.
Coming out of the left side sweeper towards the finish slalom. Mt. Rainier is in the background, but the bright sunlight has kind of washed it out.
The salt flats.
A variety of tracks leading out to the speedway.
Nearly 4000 miles worth of bugs and crap on the front of the car at this point.
The salt was somewhat moist compared to previous years I've been here. It would literally stick to surfaces.
I am so glad I made the side trip to Wendover instead of going straight home.
This picture makes me want to cry. I don't know why. The emotions it generates just really depress me.
A little goofiness with the Hoosier Bear and Softy.
A beautiful day on the salt flats.
You can't even see the flames in this picture.
Many people drive out on the salt.