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.
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.
Sean's hatred of stillness culminated in the use of his grenade launcher against the mighty waters of Crater Lake.
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.
Crater Lake in all its glory.
That's Wizard Island. If you look closely you can see a witch attacking a pine tree with a filthy lollipop.
Ryan didn't appreciate it when I started reciting 'Humpty Dumpty'. Mostly because he's allergic to eggs.
Oh, thank god. It's just a chipmunk. I'm pretty sure they're not full of hatred, just ennui.
It's rather blue, if you hadn't noticed.
Ryan cautiously approaches the edge, aware that hatred filled squirrels wait in every crack. Ready to attack at a moments notice.
Apparently southern Oregon is full of trees. Which are probably full of squirrels. Which are likely full of hatred. It's a dangerous place.
Sean checks his equipment at Crater Lake. Nothing could be worse than taking scenic pictures with your lens cap on.
