Craters of the Moon, ID –
Bleak.
That’s what it looks like to me.
I’m glad that I didn’t have to cross this stretch on foot.
Or in a wagon train as a settler, for that matter.
The stories are all bleak.
The miles and miles of nothing but cinders underfoot.
Like millions of tiny razors, cutting and slicing.
Reducing foot and hoof to a bloody mess.
Makes me glad that I’m visiting now, and not back then.
Now, when we’ve got good pavement to drive on.
And good shoes to walk in.
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