Without my glasses, I squinted at the gnarled eastern face of Devil’s Tower. Bizarre images flashed to mind.
The burial mound of a Titan.
A Brobdingnagian Caesar imprisoned in the earth, only his enormous pate visible above the surface, flat-topped and laurel-crowned and creased with the cares of empire.
A child’s sandcastle a thousand feet high with serrated sides from an enormous scalloped bucket.
A gigantic subterranean dolphin with a tree-capped dorsal fin.
Or an alien landing area.
If I were an alien, I would head for Devil’s Tower. No matter how fantastic my appearance, I’d be sure to blend in.
