We had each hiked to Clear Lake near Canyon separately, without the other, but now we can say we've hiked it together. It's only a mile. This time, TR took me to the right of the lake and after a short distance around we were in a back-country thermal area--I named one of the fumaroles "Big Noise Maker." You never know what's just around the corner unless you take a few steps to check it out. I loved the black pine cones. They do represent a struggle for life, a losing one, but they are still beautiful in their own right. Some things just don't flourish around too much heat. Not their fault.
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