| You grab a canoe --
there go the Lake People, shaking their fists in their friendly 'It's okay
to take our stuff' dance -- and you paddle out to the center of the lake.
Not a moment too soon, because lava engulfs the spot where you were standing.
The young woman companion sticks her finger in the water and frowns. "It's getting awfully warm." A rock the size of an automobile -- not that you would know what an automobile is -- crashes in the water nearby. You decide to stay on the lake. You head northwest, toward the visitor center. You head north, toward forested hills. You head northeast, toward a realm of mysterious monoliths. |