Over the weekend, my daughter and I pulled out a book I purchased at Costco last summer (that’s largely been collecting dust on my nightstand):
It’s called 60 Hikes within 60 Miles of Seattle (that’s an Amazon link, in case you’re wanting to buy it yourself). We were hoping for a hike to do that we could fit easily enough into Sunday afternoon after church and before dinner and this book provided many options. We settled on Flaming Geyser since I’d seen the sign many times on our drive on Highway 18.
Of this park the guide writes:
“The words Flaming Geyser can’t help but evoke images of the spectacular hydrothermal vents at Yellowstone National Park, or perhaps spurting columns of lava, a little more likely to be seen in the volcanically active Cascade Range. Unfortunately, the geysers here are small, misnamed methane seeps, and their glory is limited, to say the least.”
Guilty as charged. I was totally imaging something like this:
And instead we arrived to find this:
Um, what?! We named a State Park after this?! [Read more…]