MYSTERY CHORUS OF MT. ST. HELENS   Author:  177  Category:(Angels) Created:(9/19/1999 12:39:00 PM) This post has been Viewed (2043 times) In the summer of 1967, my mom, dad and I went on a camping trip to Mt. St. Helens. This was long before the 1981 eruption....which virtually leveled the mountain. But back in the summer of "67 Mt. St. Helens was a true beauty, often called the Mt. Fuji of the northwest. On a hot summer day we drove the eighty miles or so to the mountain. Our car strained as it ascended the long and winding road that led up to the campground, which was located at timberline. As we set up camp, we noticed perhaps two other tents in an otherwise lonely campground. After pitching our tent and setting up camp I set out to explore our surroundings. As I climbed up through the wild mountain flowers bees droned hypnotically and my heart thudded in the thin air as I crunched through the loose volcanic gravel. Glaciers probed with long icy fingers down the mountain slope. I came to a plaque which served as both a memorial to those who had lost there lives on this seemingly gentle mountain, and as a warning to the unwary. After stopping by an ice cave and drinking thirstily from a dripping icecycle, I went back to camp and talked my dad into accompanying me on a hike to the fabled "ape canyon" known for the alledged battle that took place there between a group of sasquatches and some miners back in the 1920's... but that's another story. After a lunch of canned sardines, we left this altogether lonley and desolate spot and headed the five miles or so back to camp. That evening after supper as we sat and watched the night fall, the dark cobalt blue sky was filled with odd white spiral shaped clouds. We soon retired into our tent, climbed into our sleeping bags and were soon asleep. Some time later we were roused by a sound. A wind had picked up, causing the tent flaps to whip about. But what caught our attention was something else. In the wind, quite distinctly, was the sound of singing. It sounded to us to be a chorus of all male voices singing in unison, and sounding very solemn and majestic. The "songs" sounded like hymns or anthems, one merging into the next, and with no pauses in between. This musical phenomenon continued for an indeterminate length of time. We talked about going out to get a better listen, but we all felt a bit unnerved by this unearthly sounding choir. By and by the wind died down to a light breeze, only the sound of the jack pines rustling was to be heard. Next morning in the cold mountain air, we packed up and left. We didn't stay to talk with the other campers. I now regret that we hadn't. We should have in order to discover if our neighbors had also heard the mysterious chorus of the night before. As we drove home we discussed our experience. Could it have been voices from a christian youth camp located down by Spirit Lake at the mountain's base. But we ruled that out. The voices we had heard sounded very much like adults singing, and there was no sound of laughter and horseplay that one would expect from children, and these "chorusters" never took a break during the whole time. So who were they?.........angels perhaps? How it changed my life: It helped me gain a greater belief in higher spiritual powers. TC You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author:  177 ( Click here ) Spring is coming