Last weekend was the big hiking trip. The plan was to go up Thursday, spend all day Friday hiking , and then come back Saturday. We only hiked for a few hours, but I won't go into that.
At any rate, we went to Lassen Peak, which was about a three hour drive (once the companions were picked up). Hikers say it's a pretty wimpy hike, but it was amazing and strenuous.

Three of the four of us. Tim (center) is about 6'-2", and Chad (right) is precisely one Chad tall (6'-7"), which explains most of me looking extra short.
We arrived at the cabin at Lake Almanor as the sun was setting. Of all of the things that you don't know about this lake, perhaps the most relevant to someone unprepared is that there are scads of bats. Shown below is the old water tower, which had been converted into sleeping space (where we slept). We called it the batcave because it was filled with bats. One evening, I was by the lake, watching the sun set. In the space of about 5 minutes, about 10,000 bats appreared, flying over the water, and flapping their batty little wings right by my head. It was time to go.
That night, we had hamburgers on the front patio of the cabin. Much to our surprise, we discovered a racoon. Actually, there were two. They weren't scared of us, and seemed to say, "Hey, guys. How are things? Hey, do you think you could spare a bite to eat?" This one's name is Maurice.
Day two. I almost fell and slid all the way down that big patch of snow on the side.
The park is amazing. The air is strongly sulfur-y. The mountains and trees are comepletely stunning, though. Not being a poet, I make no attempt to adequately describe what it's like.
After missing the turn, we arrive at the trailhead and a 10' wall of snow. The hike takes us from ~8,000 ft. to ~10,200 ft. in about 4.5 miles. The most demanding part, though, was trudging through the snow and not eating it.
A little over half way up, we came to these protrusions. According to the sign that was right there, they were formed when lava pushed through the outer surface of the volcano. They're huge, too.

Shortly after this picture was taken, it began to rain. It was very cold. And wet. I was worried about the lightning that had been forecast. There's nowhere to take shelter up there.
Eventually, we made it to the teaser summit. It's flat, and there are signs, but the real summit lies about a hundred feet higher. There is no trail there, you have to find your own path and climb over the broken rock.
At last, we made it (after about 2 hours). Had I been more prepared, I would have brought my horn and announced Siegfried's long horn call to the landscape. In the direction I'm looking, there is a roughly 1,000 ft. drop, beginning at the edge of the rock I'm sitting on.
The hike was a lot of fun, but I could have done it again that day without much struggle. So while not the manly extreme hike I had hoped for, it was still excellent.