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 I remember waking up as a young kid in Seattle with half an inch of ash coating everything outside like dirty snow.  And most of it had gone the other direction. 
 One of my first memories, seeing ash everywhere and people wearing bandanas over their faces. My dad built a miniature mountain from it in the backyard and blew off an M-80 he had buried inside to help me understand what had happened. 
 Sounds a lot more fun.  We put some in a jar and then lost it.  I remember the masks.