As a nature lover and photographer, I can’t get enough of a beautiful scene, especially if it involves a gorgeous snow-capped mountain, and even more so if the mountain is known for being an active volcano patiently waiting to blast a fiery blanket of ash into the sky. For decades, I had dreamt of exploring the old growth forests of Washington, with the massive trees reaching skyward, air plants hanging from every branch, and blankets of moss littered with fungi. Being from Ohio, we have some lovely forests, but they’re all young growth due to human’s clearcutting everything. I often remarked that the trees in Ohio are simply toddler trees, so I yearned to experience natural areas which remained undisturbed by human presence. There are so few now-a-days.
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