Who knew
But volcanos are surprisingly hard to come by in the suburbs of Denver.
So instead of driving into an actual volcano I will have to do it metaphorically.
I have to be precise. One wrong move and instead of a volcano I am sinking into a huge pile of cotton candy.
All wrong. Delicious but all wrong.
In better news I did catch this amazing sliver of moon last night, as we pass from new moon into less new moon.
