I still have a couple pounds of ash in a container here.
We were living 330 miles downwind in Montana at the time, and received a couple inches of the stuff.
You could dig down in the garden years later and still find the layer of it.
We were having a barbecue at a friends house. It turned out to be a really nice day.
Realized when it started getting hazy out what happened, and headed for home.
It really started coming down heavy along the way.
Had to knock the ash out of the air filter on the truck several times, it kept plugging up.
Dad cleaned the carburetor out after that, and worked on the engine.
But that truck never worked the same after that.
Didn't really have a choice to stay with our friends, we had animals we had to tend to.