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It's just before 8.30 a.m. on May 18th, 1980, at an observation post just six miles away from Mount St. Helens.

A lanky bearded man with a crop of golden hair sits on a metal chair propped up at the edge of a stony ridge.

As the first rays of sunlight brighten the jagged peak of Mount St. Helens,

30-year-old David Johnston scribbles intently in the notebook on his lap, recording his observations

about the mountain before him. At over 8,000 feet, Mount St. Helens towers over the surrounding

national forest. For over a century, the volcano has been dormant.

But two months ago, that started to change.

In recent weeks, Mount St. Helens has been riddled with small eruptions and earthquakes.

Some scientists think that the volcano is slowly stirring back to life.

David is one of them.

A volcanologist for the United States Geological Survey, he's one of the many

scientists monitoring the mountains reawakening. As David closes his notebook, he looks up at the

snow-cap peak of the volcano. His eyes are drawn to the unusual bulge on the north face of Mount

St. Helens. It's the result of magma being pushed up within the peak, a concerning

sign that an eruption may be near. The observation post-David is Manning has been set up to keep

tabs on the rate at which that bulge is growing. Leaning back in his chair, David yawned softly.

He woke up at the crack of dawn to measure the bulge, and the early start is beginning to tire him.

Balling up his fists, David rubs his eyes drowsily, but just as he starts to nod off, quiet rumbling jerks him away.

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