On the way back down south we stumble upon a peaceful green lake. Ripe to be defiled by wild Californians.
Ryan documents his right foot. Just in case he should lose it somewhere along the way.
Ryan is not not peeing.
Pretty.
I help Ryan scope out the perfect skipping rock.
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.
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.
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.
Oh, thank god. It's just a chipmunk. I'm pretty sure they're not full of hatred, just ennui.
Ryan didn't appreciate it when I started reciting 'Humpty Dumpty'. Mostly because he's allergic to eggs.
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.
