Volcanic Ghosts

The Nine Sisters of SLO

Last night’s sunset at Morro Rock.

Let’s talk volcanoes.

Without knowing it, the three of us have always been drawn to them. Not active volcanoes, but what is considered plugs, throats, or my phrase, the “ghost” of a volcano.

Five years ago, on our first trip up the SLO (San Luis Obispo) Coast, Samwise and I were buzzing along the Pacific Coast Highway with the top down on a perfect late spring afternoon. We were headed for the La Quinta in Paso Robles. It was our first trip, and we did not have much of a plan. We merely set out to see the country and were guided by wind and whim and little else.