Sitting stuffing as much food as we can at the local pizza buffet, I find a buddy willing to paddle the Willamette to Corvallis with me so far as I climb Mt. Thielsen with he and some friends. 
Twenty minutes later I'm packing quickly and crammed into the back of Henry's pickup.
Just north of Crater Lake and brushing east of Mt. Bailey and Diamond Lake, Thielsen stands 9,184' into the sky in a spire fit for a Tim Burton film.
Thielsen, Diamond Lake, Bailey
The scramble to the summit push was sketchy loose scree. It required light feet and a quick pace.
Henry's boots gave him blisters, driving him to hike in sandals. For the last forty vertical feet, however, he was deduced to bare feet.
The traditional summit brew.
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