Crater Lake
Up, up, up, this morning along windy highway 242, though pine forests. At 4,000 feet suddenly the woods were full of white flowers that looked like snowballs on a stick. Higher still, and suddenly the trees were gone, and we were at the edge of a lava flow, a large field of aa only a few hundred years old. Aa is the cindery, sharp lava beloved of Scrabble players. Still after a few hundred years, plants start to take root….