Which is fine, because that's left you nice and relaxed and in a mood to amble round photographing pretty things. There's even a helpful sign that tells you what you're photographing:
|Hard to be sure, but that could be Diamond Peak there in the distance|
I know, I know. You're looking at its jaggedy profile and saying, "Dana, my dear, that looks more like a stratovolcano." Well, yes, of course it does. It stopped erupting before the last ice age ended, and the ice did a number on it. Ice is quite the artist (not Vanilla Ice, but actual ice, mind). It sculpted and carved and removed bits until this nice, sharp diamond shape was left.
And it left a rather nice lake, as well.
|A bit of Odell Lake|
I'd have quite a few more pictures of mountains and so forth, only I came across this wonderful wee beastie as I was pottering about:
|An unexpected dragonfly|
|A fine fellow|
Strangely, these skinny creatures with their transparent wings don't feel delicate. Their little legs are sturdy, and their bodies hard and smooth. Even though this one had one pair of feet over the Styx, he seemed quite tough. They're even quite tough after hitting the hood of a Honda Civic at 60 miles per hour - we ended up with one plastered to the front during the trip, and while everything else had spattered, it was still a whole, recognizable dragonfly, although a bit crispy and very, very deceased. I have even more respect for these guys after seeing that. They're certainly not as dainty as they look.
After savoring my closest encounter with a dragonfly yet, we drove on. Hang on, my darlings, because it's about to get a wee bit explosive.