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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