Volcanoes

Day 108: Hat Creek Rim

I have now entered the part of the journey in which distance is measured by mountain. To the south of me is Mount Lassen, while emerging on the northern horizon is Mount Shasta. For the next 1000 miles, I will be accompanied by the energy of one great volcanic mountain or the next. Each has long legends that associate their power with the people that have lived by their sides. And all I can do is walk by hoping to catch a glimpse of the strength that they imbue.

Lassen disappeared without fanfare, while Shasta grew like an ominous king.  Shasta sits above the land, disconnected. He has a regal omniscience, hovering above all other peaks and all his kingdom.

Mount Jefferson peers through the haze like a whisper, far, far ahead.

 

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