No, I didn't forget. It's just that inspiration was delayed a bit this year. Here's hoping for a better new year filled with joy from our strange and wonderful obsession. Season's Greetings to All, Steve Gryc Colter’s Hell (to the tune of “Jingles Bells”) At Gardiner we arrive In a beat-up Chevrolet, Through the park we drive Gazing all the way. We see a boiling spring Erupting to great height, What fun it is to ride and sing A gazing song tonight. Oh, Colter’s Hell, sulphur smell, Brimstone all around. Oh what fun it is to see Mud boiling in the ground. Travertine, stinking steam, Sinter everywhere, Sputs and holes and fumeroles To make us stop and stare. A day or two ago I thought I’d take a ride On out to Iron Creek Guidebook at my side. The day was cold and dank Misfortune seemed my lot, But right along the river bank The Cliff Geyser upshot. Oh, Colter’s Hell, sulphur smell, Brimstone all around. Oh what fun it is to see Mud boiling in the ground. Travertine, stinking steam, Sinter everywhere, Sputs and holes and fumeroles To make us stop and stare. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: </geyser-list/attachments/20121224/83df3385/attachment.html>