The river surged like an open fire hydrant. The water, cloudy with silt, pulled boulders loose and pounded them against each other, so loud I felt it in my teeth.
In the Pacific Northwest, volcanoes adorn logos and license plates. They hover on the skylines of our cities. But to spend a week circling one on foot gives you witness to a power that's as wondrous as it is wild.
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