…Or another kind of Process.
 
Ever since Ken Burns got me to read John Muir, I’ve been on a quest for wild.  My wild probably isn’t as wild as yours or Keith’s but it speaks to me.  Last week I drove up to Oregon to see Crater Lake National Park, which closes for the season  today.  It’s the deepest lake on the United States containing the purest water on earth (since the crater is not filled by any stream-only snow and rain).  If emptied, it would provide every person on earth with 700 gallons of the purest water available on our planet. We are very fortunate here in CA as we have so much to see within the state itself.  I think it’s important to see the wildest our world has to offer and the food at the lodge was terrific too!
 
Since Crater Lake Lodge has no Internet service and cell reception was spotty at best, naturally on return there was a job commission email waiting-past due.  Apparently, crime stats in the now uber famous Treme section of New Orleans led some researchers to investigate the correlation between NFL policies and practices and crime reduction in certain neighborhoods. Could I do it for tomorrow?  Well, ten years ago, I’d probably have to punt that one but I was unflagged, especially since it’s an old client who knows me and it’s exciting to rise to a challenge even so small.
 
For the first time ever I did a verbal pitch and it worked. I said Badda-Bing! And the AD said Fuckin’A!
 
Dose of the wild!
 
All photos © Nancy Jean Nelson except Nutcracker and Lodge/Lake view.