boiling lake

I’m walking to the boiling lake on Friday. Maybe I’ll see you on the trail. I’ll be the fella who’s 6-month-old Merrells are already falling apart, dammit.

boiling-lake

postscript

My shoes made it, just. They’re now falling apart on my porch. It was a nice walk, though rainy on the return journey. Bumped into a few very nice folks on the trail but no parrots or agouti today.