I drove like mad from the Grand Tetons to try and make it to Idaho’s Craters of the Moon national park before sunset. Unfortunately, I arrived after dark, the visitor’s center long closed and the reportedly strange landscape only in silhouette against the starry sky. I laid on the hood of my car for awhile admiring the real craters of the full moon, and soon decided that was close enough. I drew my own version of the national parks stamp in my passport book and drove on.