Crater Lake: A Blue Gem 

A nostalgic trip to Crater Lake National Park finds little has changed.

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When I was sixteen, my family took the quintessential car trek across the nation to visit America's western national parks. I remember hugging California redwood trees, skiing in cut-off blue jeans on Mount Hood's glaciers, and watching Old Faithful spew plumes of water every ninety minutes. But the most memorable sight that burned in my brain was Crater Lake, a blue gem floating atop a mountain 6,000 feet in the sky. "I have never experienced anything as beautiful as this lake," I wrote in my black-and-white mottled Composition Book. "I swear one day I will return here — without my family." (I had shared a backseat and hotel rooms with my sisters for two weeks.)

Forty years later, I made the trip back to Crater Lake and, though I rarely repeatsdestinations, I understood why I harbored a calling to return. The lake — formed 7,700 years ago when volcanic Mount Mazama erupted, collapsed, and formed a bathtub basin collecting melted snow and spring water — is a destination of geologic superlatives.

While California has Yosemite and other parks worth visiting, Crater Lake — which is located about seventy miles above the California border, in Oregon — shouldn't be overlooked. It is the nation's deepest lake (at 1,943 feet deep) and the world's clearest large body of water (with visibility at 142 feet and moss growing at 400 feet deep). Because it is so clear and so deep, the water contains shades of indigo, neon blue, and deep azure. It makes the waters of the Caribbean seem drab. To top it off, the giant lake is rimmed on all sides by 1,000-foot-high cliffs.

Author Cheryl Strayed, who wrote about her hike along the Pacific Crest Trail in the book Wild, told a reporter her favorite spot along that trail was Crater Lake, describing it as a mountain in reverse.

Klamath, Takelma, and Molala Indians inhabited Crater Lake long before the first white men, including a prospector named John Hillman, stumbled upon it in 1853. During my first visit, my journalist father was so inspired by the beauty of Crater Lake that he wrote a poem about Hillman's discovery that I tucked into my diary that summer.

Part of the poem read:

Then, in the distance below, a patch of blue

Like no blue he had ever seen,

Shining through green boughs, as inviting

As a diamond in a field of dross.

He was in search of gold. He found:

A vast plane of blue that paled the sky,

Deep hues smooth turning to emerald

At the circle's edge

Here was an ancient caldron

Of fire and cataclysm;

Its legacy was peace

And quiet.

William Gladstone Steel, a newspaper man himself, must have felt the same solitude when he visited Crater Lake in 1885; after that, he would lobby Congress for seventeen years to designate it as a national park. Steel's goal was realized in 1902, and 95 percent of the park is now managed as wilderness under the provisions of the Wilderness Act.

Although places often appear smaller upon being revisited than they did when you were a child, Crater Lake was as large and as magnificent as I recalled. Because the six-mile-wide lake sits in the middle of a relatively un-crowded national park in southern Oregon, it hasn't changed much. The only access to the caldera lake is still via a dusty footpath that descends 700 feet (equivalent to 70 flights of stairs) to the lake's bone-chilling waters. The only developments on the lake are a visitor center and a grand 1915 stone and brown-shingled lodge that received a $15 million refurbishing in 1994 despite plans in the 1980s to raze it. The lodge lobby still has the same Mission-style furniture, and visitors sit in the same whitebark pine rocking chairs on a stone veranda overlooking the lake. (They can also sip wine and locally distilled vodka and feast on wild salmon and sea scallops, though I didn't remember that from my childhood visit.)

In a constantly changing world, it was refreshing to return to a place that was almost exactly as I left it. When my husband and I entered the park, we saw children in shorts hurling snowballs at each other as they scampered on banks of snow, and I recalled my sisters and I enjoyed the same activity — which seems counterintuitive, given that almost every summer day at Crater Lake is 80 degrees and sunny, and star-filled nights reach a low of 50 degrees.

The summers of perfect weather, however, are short-lived. Many of the park's facilities are open only from June to October because the rest of the year the park receives an average of 44 feet of snow. But that welcomes cross-country skiers and snowmobilers, who can traverse the park's unplowed roads throughout winter. And a nearby resort runs a cat skiing program, in which a giant snowcat, normally used for grooming ski runs, takes about a dozen skiers to remote mountaintops so they ski back to the resort through pristine wilderness.

My husband and I spent the first night in the park's "cabins," which are actually four duplex-style motel rooms in a small park village seven miles south of the lake's rim. The village also hosts a restaurant, convenience store, and campsites, all nestled in a pine forest above the wildflower-cluttered Annie Creek, which provides the park's drinking water.

The next day we hiked the same trail as I did forty years before to the lake's edge to swim in the water. The strenuous hike to and from the lake's edge was much easier than it had felt forty years ago. I like to think I have the stamina of a teenager, but perhaps I also understand how to anticipate the demands of climbing before I begin the ascent and how to pace myself better.

The water felt somewhat warmer than I remembered, but the other senses that I experienced as a budding teenager were still charged. As we age, our senses become duller and flatter: Colors are less vibrant, smells are less pungent, and sounds are less clear. These senses were reawakened at Crater Lake, and I felt a surge of euphoric excitement and wonder heighten almost to the same degree as I experienced when I was young.

And there were new experiences this time. My husband and I boarded a small cruise boat that took us on a two-hour ranger-guided tour around the perimeter of the lake. It passed two islands, one of which we were able to spend a few hours of fishing, hiking, swimming, and exploring on. After the boat trip, we also climbed another 1,000 feet above the lodge to Garfield Peak for an even better view of the lake, if that were possible.

We always prefer hiking to driving, but even the 33-mile Rim Drive around the perimeter of the lake, with 20 scenic overlooks, was a feast for the eyes, with the lake on one side of the two-lane highway and a vast expanse of the Cascade mountain range on the other side.

I realized there are definite advantages to growing older. My family didn't stay in the lodge in 1972, but my husband and I were fortunate enough the second night of our trip to snag a corner room on the top floor of the lodge. We had stunning views of the lake from every room, including the bathroom, where an antique clawfoot bathtub was positioned smack in front of two large gabled windows. As I submerged my hike-weary body into a steaming bath with a glass of wine and my camera, I looked over the looming cliffs and the lake as it changed shades by the light of the setting sun, and thought, "Getting older isn't so bad, especially when everything I see remains the same."

If You Go

Getting There:

Crater Lake National Park is a two-and-a-half-hour drive from the Eugene airport. Fares start at $220 roundtrip from Oakland International Airport.

Entry to the park is $10 for cars and $5 for motorcycles, bicycles, and pedestrians for a seven-day pass.

Where to Stay:

1) Crater Lake Lodge — Rim Village

888-774-2728, CraterLakeLodges.com.

$165-$290

(Note: The Cabins, Mazama Campground, and Lost Creek Campground are closed for 2013.)

2) Diamond Lake Resort

Five miles north of Crater Lake on Highway 138, 541-793-3333 or 800-733-7593, DiamondLake.net

$89-$109 for motel rooms; $179-$999 for cabins

3) Union Creek Resort

56484 Highway 62, Prospect, OR, 866-560-3565, UnionCreekOregon.com

$74-$79 for lodge rooms; $109-$210 for cabins

Where to Eat:

1) Crater Lake Lodge Dining Room

541-594-2255 x3217, CraterLakeLodges.com/Crater-Lake-Dining-800.html

Serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Northwest cuisine featuring local fish, mushrooms, berries, wine, and cheese. Reservations required for dinner. Dinner entrées $18-$26. Overlooks Crater Lake.

2) Annie Creek Restaurant

Mazama Village

Serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner. American fare with take-out pizza service. Lounge, outdoor seating, and internet at $4 per hour. Dinner buffet $10-$16.

3) Rim Village Café

Crater Lake Lodge

Serves "grab-and-go" breakfast and lunch. Soups, salads, and sandwiches.

4) Beckie's Café at Union Creek Resort

Serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Features homemade pies and home-style cooking. Listed on the National Register of Historic Places. Dinner entrées $10-$20.

What to Do:

The park features ninety miles of hiking trails, ranging in difficulty. Bicycling is allowed on all paved roads, one unpaved road, and one park trail. All terrains are difficult climbs and descents.

Scuba diving and fishing are allowed on the lake, but you must obtain a free permit and carry your own equipment a steep one-mile descent to the lake.

Boat tours range from $10 to $45 per ticket, which can be purchased by calling 888-774-2728 or at CraterLakeLodges.com/volcano-boat-cruises-8644.html

Cross-country skiing, cat skiing, and snowmobiling equipment can be rented from Diamond Lake facilities.

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