My Favorite Natural Icon

Old Faithful isn't quite so faithful as it grows older. Once erupting about every hour, it has slowed to  stretches closer to ninety minutes than sixty.

Even if this most famous of geysers does not hold true to the wristwatch, it still hints to visitors of the show that is to come.

Steam. Low gurgling. A few spurts.

Then the rush, the swoosh as a massive column of water jets skyward, the plume reaching dozens of feet above the heads of park visitors. The hot liquid blasts forth for several minutes, creating around its core a cloudy mist that on windy days graces bystanders' faces. Even after the fountain has receded back into the ground, runoff dribbles across the silter,

Old Faithful pulls forth from me a unique sense of awe; especially outside of the bounds of Yellowstone National Park, there are few places in the world one can experience a geyser eruption especially one of this magnitude and relative predictability. (Fun fact: over half of the world's geysers are actually in Yellowstone NP).

When starting this blog, I debated if my first entry should just pick up with my recent travels or if I wanted something more personal. It wasn't a long debate. Yellowstone is my absolute favorite place to visit, and Old Faithful is unquestionably part of that magic.

Welcome to the wonder!