|IT'S WAY TOO BRIGHT AND QUIET HERE AT THIS SACRED PLACE!|
We figured out why we don't feel vortices. We're loud people. I carry a metal water can, a stick, and a camera, and each one is a percussion instrument. It's more likely that the vortices feel me. When I finally calm down my quivering, echoing accessories and the silence descends, Annie remarks on it. The Jeep tours complain that we drown out the engines and give us our money back.