Underground Fire

Hiked up soggy North Chick today, crossing tumbling creeks in the fog.  Got a whiff of 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.