 There was a 4.3 quake right under the volcano of Mount St. Helens, which was the strongest quake on the west coast during my window. So I was a bit disappointed, but I was at least pointed into Mount St. Helens. Then the next couple of days, they had a couple of other threes. One week later, I was being interviewed by a PBS television crew about earthquakes, and I was waving my arms around the Calaveras Fault, and we had talked for about a half hour. As they folded up their equipment, we started back to the town.