Before reaching Yellowstone - somewhere in Montana, quite possibly - where the moon was either still out or making an early appearance (the former, I believe)
Two nights ago, I dreamt I’d experienced my first earthquake - a major one - coupled with boulders falling and rolling from hilltops and the sky. There was such panic as I and the group of people I was with lay inside a house with massive windows. Try to make yourself as little as possible, was the advice, in order to duck from the objects that hurled towards us. It’s not a matter of if, but when, the West coast will get rocked by a big earthquake… what a frightening thought.