In the summer of 1980, I was bicycling down through BC, Idaho and Montana and the volcanic dust was EVERYWHERE. Not enough to hamper my breathing but coating plants, etc. I hopped a railway fence to get to a river for some water and "POOF" the dust rose like a cloud as soon as I landed on the foliage.
Interesting time.
Cowperson
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