Look Heroic

10:32:54 am, day two. We have been traversing through the headwaters of Mount Hood’s southeastern drainages for about 2 hours. Snow field, boulder field, snow field, boulder field and so on.

Except for some scrappy white pine and a random purple flower, nothing grows here. I can feel the late summer sun beginning to drape over my neck and carve out my shadow. It is desolate and beautiful.

“Look heroic,” I said to Damon before this shot. With a waning gibbous sitting over the right shoulder of a volcano, all the picture needed was a hero.