Last night, July 1, we went to witness the eruption of Old Faithful. We arrived an hour early and set up camp on a bench front and center. For those of you who haven't been there before, the geyser sits on a little rise and benches form a half circle before it. We were shooting for the 8pm show and due to the lateness of the hour, the crowd was not horrible. Having an hour to kill, John and Jonathan strolled around looking at the other, lesser known geysers and I kept company with Aaron and Evan.
People began to arrive, filling the benches around us, and I filled the time by watching and listening. Germans were behind us, Pakistanis were to the right, Japanese to the left, Chinese down the way a little all speaking their languages, comfortable with their own group. The great thing that happened was when the geyser blew and for just a few minutes, we were all one group, united in our enjoyment of watching the marvelous event, our common language consisting of "oohs" and "aahs". For just a few minutes we were not so different after all.