A boardwalk guides us and keeps us from falling through; Jameson carries the dog to keep him from jumping into danger. We stare down into deep pools of steaming crystal-clear water. A whole world lies beneath the one we know.
Look closer: toxic chemicals stain the overflows. Insects alight – some never to take off again. Brilliant oranges and greens signify a different environment from our more temperate one.
A Raven calls from the Old Faithful Lodge – possession? Later, Rogelia and I find ourselves close to a lone male Buffalo, assiduously grazing. He doesn’t lift his head or pay any attention to us, which is a relief.
Historic Old Faithful Inn is a blast from the past. They don’t build like this anymore.
