Well, that's a odd title I did not expect to see, ever.
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>On bright autumn afternoons, crowds would make the pilgrimage along the Gardiner River to witness something supernatural — the confluence where the Boiling River merged its scalding waters with a cool mountain tributary to the Yellowstone River. The light danced around the slopes of Mount Everts as soakers settled into pools they crafted themselves with river rocks, managing the delicate balance between the two waters to achieve that perfect 105-degree soak. Elk bugled just across the Gardiner River while visitors worked together in an imperfect science of dam building. Using whatever rocks they could find, soakers directed hot water into cold, constantly adjusting their makeshift barriers as blasts of too-hot or too-cold water reminded them nature doesn't follow blueprints.
Well, that's a odd title I did not expect to see, ever.
Archive: https://archive.today/UEjpr
From the post:
>>On bright autumn afternoons, crowds would make the pilgrimage along the Gardiner River to witness something supernatural — the confluence where the Boiling River merged its scalding waters with a cool mountain tributary to the Yellowstone River.
The light danced around the slopes of Mount Everts as soakers settled into pools they crafted themselves with river rocks, managing the delicate balance between the two waters to achieve that perfect 105-degree soak.
Elk bugled just across the Gardiner River while visitors worked together in an imperfect science of dam building.
Using whatever rocks they could find, soakers directed hot water into cold, constantly adjusting their makeshift barriers as blasts of too-hot or too-cold water reminded them nature doesn't follow blueprints.