Old Faithful
Throngs of endearing tourists chugging along in slow moving caravans keep me company as they snap thousands of photographs of the silent wildlife as it clogs the road as if to announce “Hey, this is my home!”.
The signs signal I am getting close. The drizzle reminds me it is still not pleasant. And billowing smoke, steaming in wiggly clouds from the surface of the earth, let me know I am closest to arrival. Then, after a turn off designed to usher thousands of viewers to one of the true wonders of the world, she appears. Old Faithful in all of her glory, demonstrating all of her might, and reminding me soon it will be time to head home. I have arrived!
Old Faithful