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“Anne had the courage to make the hike without her new best friend, her missing left toenail” |
Here's what the rangers think: in an epic scale eruption 7700 years ago, Mt Mazama collapsed on itself, creating a large caldera that would eventually fill with rain and snowmelt. Here's what I think: that's sure a blue lake; a deep cobalt blue lake in which pictures do not truly depict the awesome color.
Crater Lake is the deepest lake in the United States, and according to one of the ranger speeches that I endured, it is the clearest as well. (I did however sense some bias with that statement) Towards the western end of the 1900 foot hole, sits Wizard Island. The island was named for several wizards that controlled the island in the early 1970's, but were expelled by the US Govt after they predicted that gas prices would exceed $3 dollars a gallon in 2006. Actually, we were told that is was named after the resemblance of a sorcerer's hat. During our stay at Crater, we climbed Mt Scott, the highest point in the park. What was predicted to be a strenuous three hour event by the trail guides, ended up taking approximately an hour and a half. Thanks Mt Whitney. The views are impressive from Mt Scott, and I'm glad Anne had the courage to make the hike without her new best friend, her missing left toenail.
Not all was glamorous at Crater Lake. What seemed like a secluded campsite, away from the July crowds, turned out to be an ambush in the making. After prepaying for the two nights of tent logding, we were attacked by a specialized unit of trained, attack/killer mosquitos. Pipka has several bumps on her butt from her fourteen potty breaks during the night. I for one, wish that I had grown an extra set of arms at an earlier age for my nighttime duties. No further explanation needed. bkh
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