Inside the park rangers’ office, John collected trail maps, filled up his empty water bottles and applied sunscreen. He had been planning to summit Mt. Hood (4km) for a while. While exiting the office, he heard an approaching noise.
A fierce-looking heavyset mountain man appeared, inquiring John’s destination. Hearing his response, the gentle beast shook his head, uttering “Aren’t you following the consequences of climate disasters? Past few years’ drought wiped out all vegetation up there, making me homeless too.”
John looked up; the summit appeared bald under a blue sky but scorching sun. He channeled Pogo “Enemies are us.”