You must be on Mt. Shasta when you meet a hiking guitarist.
The dreaded scree. Luckily there was a clear, flat trail through the rocks around Panther Meadow, a lush green spring-fed meadow surrounded by the volcanic rocks. Both Native Americans and New Agers treat Panther Meadow as a sacred place. We came upon Native Americans performing a ritual at the spring source so respectfully, quietly walked past them.
I walked the meditation spiral on Mt. Shasta.
Where are the loved one's cremains removed to? I'm sure they cannot be identified and returned to family or friends.
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