November 25, 2011
Valles Caldera National Preserve, March 11, 2010, 3 p.m.ish
We’d been to the Bandolier National Monument near Santa Fe and the caldera was only 15 miles more. I’d never seen a caldera - a collapsed volcano. You can get a sense of the unreality of the distances; I couldn’t tell if the caldera was 5 miles or 20 miles across. The light, the grass, the elk in the distance all gave me this sense we were all floating just above the earth. I still have some of the volcanic rocks from around the caldera, pumice so light that when I threw it up in the air, it flew away in the howling wind.

Valles Caldera National Preserve, March 11, 2010, 3 p.m.ish


We’d been to the Bandolier National Monument near Santa Fe and the caldera was only 15 miles more. I’d never seen a caldera - a collapsed volcano. You can get a sense of the unreality of the distances; I couldn’t tell if the caldera was 5 miles or 20 miles across. The light, the grass, the elk in the distance all gave me this sense we were all floating just above the earth. I still have some of the volcanic rocks from around the caldera, pumice so light that when I threw it up in the air, it flew away in the howling wind.

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