Yeah, I was that kid who looked out on what others regarded a boring roadside stretch of Missouri and saw woodland cultures flaking arrow points around the fire, or a lone shivering Frenchman snagging beaver from a rocky stream (France must have really been bad to prefer that), or shaggy mastodons lumbering through a far different landscape than appeared out the backseat window of my dad’s car. And volcanoes. Fascinated by volcanoes. I imagined when the rocky outcrops dotting