(co-published with Postcard from California)
What is more traditionally Californian than an old-style driving vacation?
In early August we took a trip through the Cascades. Heading up the mountain to Crater Lake, we stopped off to see Annie Creek.
A couple of very macho looking motorcyclists stopped off at the viewpoint near us. One of them shook his head in wonder, A heck of a view of somethun! he remarked before hopping back onto his bike.
Annie Creek reminds us westerners that we're all sitting on top of that burning Ring of Fire, a great big circle that overlays Mama Earth's volcanic hot spots.
If we peer to far over the side, might we just sliiiiippppp under the edge of one of her tectonic plates?
