Mt. TaborMonday, April 12th 2010 by Pat
Yesterday I went running up the winding trails of Mt. Tabor in Portland. I put in several miles and was just about to head down when I saw a sign labeled “Volcano.”
The sign could have read “Tsunami” or “It’s a Trap,” and I would have followed it. I’m curious.
I ran up to the top of a giant hill and when I got there… nothing.
Disappointed, I turned to go and all my senses were hit at once. The rushing wall of heat from the pyroclastic flow, the sweet sulfuric ruin of magma, the distant drumming and countless hipsters screaming to their fell gods.
Volcanos. This is why I love Portland.