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Salmonberry.

This penultimate series of vacation snaps is mostly from in and around Forest Park, which, at "5,100 wooded acres [is] the largest, forested natural area within city limits in the United States." Some are from very close by Council Crest Park, which offers some nice views.
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On our last full day in Iceland, we took the Golden Circle tour, which is the standard day tour for tourists. From the bus, I was fascinated by the landscape: miles and miles of rugged cracked lava fields, coated with gray-green moss.

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I could have spent the whole Yellowstone trip photographing wildflowers. I didn't, but I still captured a few. This one is a Penstemon, I believe Wasatch penstemon, specifically.

More photos, including the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. )
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On our last day in the park, we woke up early to beat the traffic and see some things without being surrounded by fellow tourists. It worked, in fact the park is even more beautiful in the early hours because the hot springs react with the cool air to make mists and such. This is part of Canary Springs.

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Old Faithful is the most well-known and frequently visited thermal feature of Yellowstone. The facts that it reliably erupts every 90 minutes or so (though the eruption we attended was about 20 minutes late) and is relatively close to park entrance, have probably helped contribute to its popularity. It's the only geyser most people know by name. Visiting was weirdly like going to see a celebrity, or a famous animal at a zoo, like Free Willy.
how many people go to watch an eruption? )
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In the last post I mentioned hot springs water entering the rivers.
Here it is, water from the Midway Geyser Basin flowing into the Firehole River.

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I told you there were more pictures. Remember the fresh travertine terraces I showed you a week ago? Well, after several hundred thousand years of them building up and whatnot, they turn into this pile of rock behind my dad here. Actually, that rock is probably in the millions of years old, and came from a nearby mountain. Seismic activity shoved it over and into a new little mountain formation, which they call "The Hoo Doos."

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When Yellowstone was created as a park it was before Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho were states. Being a big area full of edible animals and interesting mineral resources that were suddenly all protected by the U.S. government, it needed protection. That job went to the army, who did the job in tents until they got tired of camping in fifty below, so they put some buildings up.

Then the Parks Service was created, and protecting the park became the job of Park Rangers, so the army cleared out to kill Spaniards or something. The buildings became a little tourist village called Mammoth Hot Springs. This village has watered lawns and a lack of predators, which suits the local elk population just fine. They have given up migrating, and they hang out surrounded by tourists (being yelled at by Park Rangers) an awful lot of the day.

Plus there's the hot springs which are mind blowing. )
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God, I'm so far behind on these. Something about driving 200 miles a day takes away my time to post pictures. These are still from Tuesday. This waterfall is The Lower Falls of The Grand Canyon of Yellowstone.
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Woke up at 4:00 a.m. from a zombie dream. I don't remember any details, I just remember looking at the clock and thinking "why did I do that to myself?" (The only time I can remember a horror movie actually causing nightmares the remake of Dawn of the Dead, which I watched right after the Katrina disaster--I had nightmares for about a week.) Against expectations, I managed to get back to sleep until the alarm went off.


I went right into a dream that took place at work; of course, it didn't look like it, but it felt like it. One of the biggest differences was a big mountain on the horizon, over which loomed ominous clouds. The place was crowded, and there was must discussion about the oncoming storm. Suddenly the mountain shook and a black cloud rapidly formed over it. We all realized that a volcanic eruption was underway. I ran inside with a coworker and we both began frantically searching the internet for news. Nobody seemed to know how close the volcano was, and how much danger we might be in, but darkness began to envelop us. The last image I saw before waking up (on tv?) was of cars near Boston knocked by a shock wave into water. I woke up frustrated that I couldn't find out more about the volcano.

It bears explaining that I have a copy of The Great International Disaster Book in my bathroom, and I've been reading bits of it every day. There are no volcanoes in eastern Massachusetts to my knowledge.

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