While growing up, we seldom ever think about how our life is going to end. Sometimes maybe we think when, but seldom how. After the eruption of the caldera called Yellowstone National Park, I began to think how I would die. My name is Ann Marie Harris Blake. My father Eugene Harris had predicted the volcanic eruption at Yellowstone several years prior to the actual eruption. However, no one would listen to him. He was a crank; or publicity seeker, or just a nut. When he finally told the Park Rangers at Yellowstone that the Park was ready to blow, they assured him it would calm down within the month. It didn’t. He called them fools and went home. And, a week later, it erupted. This two-part journal tells how the Harris family survived the Yellowstone eruption; who else survived; and how. If it hadn’t been for Eugene Harris, this story would never have been written. Take note: Yellowstone is overdue to erupt. It’s been 640,000 years and it has been smoldering ever since. Maybe this story isn’t so far-fetched after all.