The Guy learned, taking a very similar photo to this one, that sometimes you don’t have to wait for the sun to go down. Sometimes you can just take a few steps to the left and you’re at the perfect angle. This is the same pass The Girl forgot the name of, so if you recognize it, please let her know!


Of course, The Girl had to climb into what must have been the hearth of the boiler. Of course. It was dark, and rusty, and very scary. Naturally she had to do it. At this point, Little Turtle almost doesn’t even care. This boiler next to the hiking trail along the Santiam River’s north fork barely phases him. Yay, Little Turtle!