Coming down from the tower on top of Hot Springs Mountain, we took Dead Chief Trail (I tried to find out why it was called that, but the informational sign lacked that piece of information). This portion of the trail is right at the edge of the park and backs up to some apparently abandoned buildings.
At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds. I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this: To glorify things just because they are.