The deepest, and perhaps bluest, lake in the United States is a brilliant sapphire in a dry mountain. We look down from the rocky edge where enormous pines have taken root, and Crater Lake shimmers in its caldera of pumice stone.
On our trip down the West Coast we took a sharp turn inland for this, but the view is worth it.
This landscape is so much different than the Oregon Coast we’d been cruising down, but the variety is welcome. We’re getting a good taste of Oregon. From a cool misty morning near the coast to a roasting 100 degree afternoon we’ve wound our way through the Coquille River valley and shady forests, to the dry pumice fields in Crater Lake National Park.
Crater Lake is a marvel for many reasons: depth, astounding color, sheer cliffs that plunge into water, the cinder cone volcanic island that vaults out of the crater, and the fact that it’s fed purely by snowmelt.
Jesse says the depth amazed him most, and the views looking over the edge. For me, it’s the color. That brilliant blue doesn’t seem real, but there it is pure and perfect.
We spend a long time just staring down. Then we hop on the motorcycle to circle around to another viewpoint, and another. We get our fill of the distant blue peaks rimming the glittering lake, stop at two visitor centers, and dive back into the pine forest to find some shade in the hot afternoon as we continue south.
So, on to California’s Redwoods…