By counting all those rings, you can clearly tell that the tree is dead.
The only thing that broke the stillness was the trail of a boat traveling to the other side for a jamboree.
Ryan wanted me to get a shot of him looking thoughtful so that he could show it to friends who still doubted he could read.
The first few test rocks Ryan threw in drown and never resurfaced. This gave him pause.
Ryan didn't appreciate it when I started reciting 'Humpty Dumpty'. Mostly because he's allergic to eggs.
It's important to stay limber on a road trip. You never know when you'll be called on to engage in a life or death yoga competition.
(internal) "I'd totally go back on my promise not to swim naked, but the water IS rather cold."
Ryan cautiously approaches the edge, aware that hatred filled squirrels wait in every crack. Ready to attack at a moments notice.
Crater Lake in all its glory.
The bottom goes out for a couple feet, then drops off more than a thousand. Really. Oh, and it's ice cold.
This is Ryan having second thoughts about wading into the abyss.
The beginning of a new game: Rock, mountain, net. Still working on the rules.
That's Wizard Island. If you look closely you can see a witch attacking a pine tree with a filthy lollipop.
On the way back down south we stumble upon a peaceful green lake. Ripe to be defiled by wild Californians.
