Sunday, November 27, 2011
Auld Reekie, wondering where it could possibly be coming from. No forges or steam engines anywhere. Mines in these renegade Plateau seams, but how does coal spark on a day like this? Katelyn spots the smoldering hillside through the trees. Roots boil in the hot rainy ground. Sizzling boots, an acrid nostril steam. Not a very sensible place for a stroll. It's no Centralia, but it sure is weird.