A Clear August Day at Crater Lake
Crater Lake was the point of the drive north into Oregon — the state's only national park, on the books since 1902, and neither of us had seen it. We came in through the south entrance and stopped for the obligatory picture at the sign before winding up to the rim.
Nothing prepares you for the color. The lake sits in a caldera left when Mount Mazama collapsed about 7,700 years ago, and at 1,943 feet it's the deepest lake in the country, which is apparently what makes it that blue — not sky-blue, ink-blue, so saturated it looks wrong. We worked our way around the rim drive stopping at pullouts, first through the trees where you only get slices of it, then higher up where the whole basin opens out.
Wizard Island got the most attention — a cinder cone rising out of the water near the west end, with its own trees and its own little crater on top. A volcano inside a volcano. From the higher overlooks the wind left long pale streaks across the surface, the only thing moving out there. Not a single boat on the water the whole time we watched.