The flaming geyser turned out to be past it's heyday. It currently is about 6 inches tall, instead of about 6-8 feet. Down a short trail was the "bubbling geyser", which was really just a greyish, murky puddle with a few bubbles coming up. I don't know how they ever discovered it, it was so small. The forest was beautiful, so the walk was worthwhile.
When we got back to the car, I changed Frankie's bandage and discovered that her nail was not still attached at the bottom. Because the doctor had said that her nail might not grow back, or have difficulty breaking through the skin if the nail wasn't re-inserted, Mirissa took her back to the urgent care. Frankie burst into tears when we arrived back at the urgent care, but was very brave. They ended up removing her nail as it was 80% detached.
Poor Frankie found it very painful, despite their efforts to numb her finger. The prognosis is that 9 times out of ten it will grow back, but the doctor also said if it doesn't, it will become shiny and kind of look like a nail (small consolation when she wants a manicure).
Chis took the girls fishing while all that was happening, but they still weren't able to catch anything. But they were able to enjoy their last night on the river.
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