On a break from school in
late September, 1968 or maybe it was 1967. As usual I woke up before dawn, not
wanting to stay in my room, I go down two flights of old half log stairs to the
I stop at the old stone
drinking fountain for a sip of water. After my drink I pause to look up at the
Cob-web of wood with logs going every which way. I later learn the twists and
turn in the logs were a cause and effect on the trees from drinking the
geysers water. I made my way to the Rocking Chair in front of the
Rhyolite Rock Fireplace. Take off my coat and sit down the fire was already
going. This time of year its always cool in the morning. A smile comes to
my face knowing myself and a few workers were the only ones enjoying the
fires warmth and crackle and popping.
The Giant Black Cast Iron
Clocking was taunting me. Only Five Fourteen, watching the clock the hand was
moving so slowly; like one of my favored movies Twelve O Clock
Nothing open, I cant
get coffee, I need to get up and pull on my parka. Walking Past the
Bears Pit (where I was drinking beer with Dan until they closed last
night) I could see a skiff of snow on the walkway.
Leaving from the front door
Old Faithful was a right turn and a couple hundred yards. With no idea what
time Old Faithful was going to erupt I walk towards Old Faithful. As I drew
close enough to see the Old Faithful I saw the small spurts of water starting
and stopping - a sure sign the eruption was soon.
I watch the Full Moon
setting as I wait for the Eruption. When the moon completes its setting, the
stars seem to dance across the sky, so bright, no longer competing with the
moon. Watching the stars my Old Faithful notice was the sound of the boiling
water eruption. My Eyes Dropped and I watched until Old Faithful was
The Pre-dawn cold just hit
me, I am going back to the lodge see if I can get a cup of coffee now.