The Next Dark Age
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The Volcanoes
I had a little moment this morning, heading down the state highway to Volcanoes National Park. I realized that those clouds were not clouds. And I was driving toward them.
I had another little moment when I stopped the car at the first Scenic Overlook. This is where all the “steam vents” were.That is steam. Coming out of the ground. I know everyone that has been to Yellowstone or wherever is laughing at me right now, but once I could feel the heat coming from that hole, I was all: “I am standing on top of a live volcano.”
Then I got to the real Overlook. This isn’t even the good picture from the good angle, but I imagine you get the idea. I was all snappy-snappy with the pics because I wasn’t even on the hiking trails yet and I thought this was the coolest thing I had ever seen in my entire life.
In fact, the actual words that came out of my mouth on a day that I planned to speak to absolutely no one were, “F*** Europe, Man (this is the best vacation ever)”.
So I get to the better view and I can’t even show you the pics because I neglected to pack the cable and have to e-mail myself every single shot until I get home, but then I hit the hiking trails and saw the lava lake.You can’t see in this shot, but I saw a dot of red at the bottom that was a person. There were two people down at the bottom of the lava lake. So I took the picture and said to myself, “I want to go to the bottom of the lava lake.” And then, right that second – I can’t make this stuff up, Guys – my mother sent me an e-mail that said, “You get back in that car!”
( I had sent her the middle picture.)
I didn’t see any actual lava, because you generally have to be in exactly the right spot after the sun goes down to see it, but I saw enough.
P.S. You know why I travel alone? Because when I drive by a sign that says, “Southpoint 12 miles” (the turn off point to go to the “southernmost point of the United States”) there is no one to make me take it.
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