Winter has had a persistent hold on the coming of spring but there comes a point when you just need to get out, so we headed east for a weekend and landed at Glass Buttes. It’s not too hard to tell how the buttes got their name, there is literally obsidian just about everywhere. We picked a somewhat random spot upon arrival and went for a cross-country walk. There’s enough glass scattered across the ground to keep a person looking down almost the entire time.
A short photo essay