Crater Lake

Crater Lake Resort in Fort Klamath was our destination for the next few days.  Cheryl, Dave and Bennett were in a one-room cabin while Jeff bunked on the sofa bed in the motor home.  Outside the RV was our dining room and Bennett’s play room, where he could swing, slide, throw rocks in the pond, run through the hose and play in the sand and gravel. 

An aside: This campground had the most diverse travelers we have been privileged to see.  There were persons of Indian, Chinese, African-American and Hispanic cultures and it is wonderful that camping is becoming an activity enjoyed by a broader population.

It's also tantalizing to enjoy the many food aromas wafting around us.

Our lunch at Annie Creek Restaurant was made more enjoyable by our server, a travel guide from Turkey who was spending his summer at the lake.  Jerry and Anna Lee enjoyed sharing memories of their trip to Turkey and hearing his observations on travel.

Castle Crest Trail still had some flowers and the stream trickled through the path. 

The hundred-foot drop of Vidae Falls provided a small pool for Bennett to cool his feet.

 There was a calf roping competition down the road from the campground.  Bennett had a chance to pet a horse.

The last time Jeff, Jerry and Anna Lee were here the beauty of the lake was lost in the haze of nearby wildfires.  This time, looking down from Discovery Point Trail, the lake was clear and blue and azure and teal and aquamarine and beautiful.

 This “knot a bird” attracted Anna Lee’s attention.

Dave is a birder and took Jerry, Jeff and Cheryl off to observe a real bird, an osprey nesting in a power pole. 


 


Bennett spent a day with Zaidy and Bubbie while his parents and uncle went to Bend.  He enjoyed peeking over the wall at the Phantom Ship in the lake. 

Next he was supposed to do a two mile hike along the trail to Plaikni Falls but became engaged in collecting lichen, deer hair and sticks.  Jerry reached the falls and asked a family if they had seen a young child with his grandmother.  Their response was “Yes, way, way back.”  It seems that they had only walked about two hundred feet along the trail.

The falls were small but beautiful.

Because of the steep drop, Bennett did not see this view of Pinnacles.

Like the hoodoos of the Southwest, these formations are fascinating and reminiscent of the Catalonian Modernista architect Antoni Gaudi.

On our way home, we stopped near Redding for lunch and conversation with Bob, Louise, Robyn and Levi.