FAITHFUL and the Yellowstone Volcano

Beneath my fingers, the ground was alive. It rumbled, creaked, and groaned - with each spray, the earth heaved. And as I sat there helpless and trembling myself, I began to sense the rhythm of it, just as the sea had a rhythm that I knew. I geyser roared and ebbed and roared again, like the ebb and flow of tides. I pressed my hand onto the ground and felt it shudder. I cringed as another … [Read more...]