Holly, Hannah, and I made the trek to Crater Lake this past weekend. I have always wanted to go, ever since my father (a geologist by education) put the notion into my little cranium 20 years ago about this beautiful lake within a huge crater from a volcano (a caldera to be TC - Technically Correct).
It’s about a 4.5 hour drive from PDX (5-5.5 hours if you drive the speed limit, I’d say) - perhaps I’m incriminating myself. Oh well. It is a beautiful drive through the mountains of Southern Oregon. Crater Lake itself, is the most beautiful piece of God’s handiwork that I’ve ever seen. Coming in from the north park entrance, one’s anticipation steadily grows as the drive takes you through the “Pumice Desert”, and then climes to the rim, to the first overlook. You scramble up the sandy path to the rim, and SHAZAM! There it is. The lake (6 miles wide at greatest diameter) is 1000 feet below, inaccessible, sans one VERY steep trail (climbing back up it is likened to climbing 65 successive flights of stairs). I didn’t know that the crater is from an eruption of Mt. Mazama, before which the mountain was the highest in Oregon, over 12,000 feet! From the rim, we hiked up to the Watchman Tower, where you can see the expanse of the lake, including Mt. Shasta in California.
Anyway, we camped for the first time with Hannah. We decided to “car camp” this time, since we didn’t want to find out on a backcountry backpacking trip that Hannah couldn’t handle it. Once she accepted the fact that she needed to climb in a sleeping back with either mom or dad to stay warm, she slept very well. I was able to assert myself, again, as “FIRE KING”, a man - more specifically, a man with a gift for creating and managing FIRES. ARRRRGGGHHHH! I also cooked a whole package of BACON over the fire in the morning for breakfast. I RULE! Hehe. Holly made some pancakes, we packed up the tent and campground, and we were off for the trip home. All in all, we were able to go on two short hikes and drive around the entire rim (over 30 miles!).
Now we’re back in PDX, and Nana (Holly’s mom Judy) is here for a visit this week. We’re really enjoying her company, and she’s helping a great deal with the remodeling of our condo (“after” photos will likely be posted).
I’m out for now. Happy sounds! - Peder
Well, I’ve finally gotten around to writing about our move to Portland. With all the hubbub of moving into a new city and starting Radiology residency, we have been extremely busy. What I can’t understand, is that it hasn’t rained once since we’ve arrived! It’s so paradoxical. I once caught myself saying, “I can’t wait for the rain!” and was quickly told by a “Native” to bite my tongue. “Cursed Midwestern transplant” they were probably thinking. Hehe.
Anyway, we’re absolutely loving our new city. This place is incredible - so much to do and see within an hour’s drive of our condo! We often have difficulty deciding which sight to see or activity to do.
One curiosity that I’ve noticed, is this whole “native” phenomenon. Colorado has it too - people who were born in a state somehow lay some kind of claim to being more legitimate than any other current resident. I suppose it’s a result of a reaction to the great inward flux of people from other states (such as CA) into these states that were, traditionally, less populated and more “untouched.” It’s a kind of xenophobia (whether justified or not) for sure, a “holier than thou” type attitude that is disturbing. However, the attitude it different toward immigrants from certain states. For example, people here seem to loathe the CA imports, while they kindly tolerate the Midwestern transplants. I’ve been told that it has something to do with the influx of wealthy Californians, who have inadvertently raised property values since they are more readily prepared to pay higher prices for homes than say, a “native” or a Midwestern transplant. Who knows, it’s just interesting living as a “resident alien” of sorts. Alas! I digress…
One thing I need to mention is all the help that we received from our friends and family during our move. Props to my brother Todd and mother Deb who drove out with us and helped us unload the Penske truck (1800 miles and 350 gallons of gas later!!!). Props to thos who helped us load the truck and clean the house: Mom, Dad (Jerry), Todd, Jason Cupp, Heather and Amos Copling (Jason had to work), Taylor Davis (blasted the tunes from the 540), Jennifer Miller, Mike and Angie Laurie, Steve Jernigan, Erica Lay, Rob Lam, the omnipresent man of the hour Greg Mitchell, and Jill Jensen. Cupp even, on a serious whim, drove with me on the first leg to Denver in the Penske. Thanks to all! You are all very dear and special to us, and we would have been seriously hurting without all your generous help and support. Now, come visit!!!