Here is a poem to mark the day, by my favorite poet, Gary Snyder. I rather like it. "Loowit," by the way, is the Indian name for Mount St. Helens, and I went part way up on my birthday one year after it blew its top and while it was still smoking. Here's the poem...
Enjoy the Day
By Gary Snyder
One morning on a ridgetop east of Loowit
after campfire coffee
looking at the youthful old volcano
breathing steam and sulfer
bowls of snow
went up behind a mountain hemlock
asked my old advisors where they lay
what's going on?
"New friends and dear sweet old tree ghosts
here we are again. Enjoy the day."
From danger on peaks, by Gary Snyder (2004)