It's Oregon's only National Park. Just a single day spent driving through the Park will stay with you for years. The image below remembers an early fall day when the cold clouds were scudding by, dappling the landscape with warm sunshine despite a very chilling wind. There was a spotlight effect as the sun and shadows raced around the caldera of ancient Mt. Mazama, at one time perhaps the tallest mountain peak in Oregon, now smashed, opened wide, converted from fire into the abobe of 2,000 foot deep crystal waters. It's a high mountain skyscape with a mirror below of amazing azure blue..... Crater Lake, in my book it ranks as one of the wonders of Planet Earth.
Basic Facts about Crater Lake-- its surface lies at 6,400 feet elevation, while its Rim generally runs between 7,000 and 8,000 feet. The highest point is Mt. Scott on the eastern edge of the Lake, rising to just under 9,000 feet (see image at page bottom to see Mt. Scott).... The 35-mile long Rim Drive around the lake is so deeply buried every winter by snow that it is a challenge to plow it open in time for Fourth of July travellers! The lake is 5 miles across and nearly 2,000 feet deep at its deepest point. Wizard Island is a large cinder cone island in the SW corner of the lake's surface. Cleetwood Cove on the north side of the lake is the only place where tourists can hike down to the lake's shore. There is a gorgeous recently-renovated classic mountain lodge on the south Rim, in the area known as Rim Village. This area is the only place on the lake that one can usually drive to in the winter. (Crater Lake Lodge)
"I patrolled the shores west of Crater Lake's Cleetwood Cove for an hour, searching for a spot, any safe spot where one might dive into the Lake, but the 1,500 ft. high cliffs were so steep that I was near to giving up when I found my diving spot. It met my requirements: an accessible platform only a couple feet above the Lake, and with the requisite near-vertical drop-off into deep water to aim myself at. I didn't want any chance of hitting underwater rocks, and that's all there is along Crater's plunging shore-- rocks, not soft mud, no weeds, no sand, nothing but that phenomenal water, crystal pure, like looking through glass all the way down to maybe 50 feet deep, but then the eerie shadings of ever-deeper blue swiftly increasing as one's eye sweeps away from the shore... I tossed a very large flattened, light color rock as far out as I could get it from a perch 10 feet above the lake. It hit with a normal big splash, and then I watched in a fascination turning to horror as it fell into the depths, rocking and swaying, seeming to flash as its whiteness would catch the light, but rapidly shrinking until, just before it winked out, it hit the side of the steep underwater cliff, bouncing downward as a dot, then gone forever. The Rangers say you can see to nearly 300 feet deep in Crater's water (*see note), and I remembered the map of the Lake bottom, realizing that it was only a half mile away to the Lake's deepest point, a stygian 1,932 feet. There I was, a college boy, poised to dive in like that rock. How cold is that water? My skin registered a hot sun, that hot high altitude sun that belies that the air is probably not even 70 degrees. I recalled reading that the Lake waters seldom freeze in the winter, but never warm above about 38 degrees in the summer. I tried to form my body into the perfect diving pose, breathed a huge breath and launched myself. Hitting the water, I was pleasantly surprised for a second, the water felt far warmer than 38 degrees, but then I was beneath the thermocline and the cold hit me like a body wrap of ice cubes, and I was pointed straight down into the bottomless! Not quickly enough, my momentum killed, and I kicked ferociously upward, away from the deep blue void below. My skin welcomed the seeming warmth of the upper layer of the water, and I worked to float high enough in it so that my feet didn't sink back into the iciness below. The shore was close, but a panic thought crossed my mind-- Reality, that maybe the cliff was too steep, that I would be unable to scale it and regain the warm land before hypothermia sunk me like a stone. I kicked harder yet, and my fingers touched cold rock, and in a blur they rose up to grab warm rock. Then my feet banged rocks, and it hurt, but I ignored the hurt and thrust myself out of the unfriendly waters. My entire skin was taut and fiery with the cold that had gripped it. I rushed to my camera to check that its self-timer had snapped my dive. The hot sun gradually seemed to burn my pre-dive personality back to life, and I dressed, and clambered along the cliffs until I was able to step back onto the Cleetwood Trail, trying my best to inconspiculously mingle with the hot, dusty crowds who would never know my secret tasting of the waters."
* the official method of measuring water clarity is the "Secchi" disk, and it is stated that if you could lower a Secchi disk into absolutely pure water, the theoretical maximum value would be between 70-80 meters (230-262 ft). In real-life measurements, Crater Lake in 1972 was measured at 144 feet, while the clearest water ever actually measured was in the Weddell Sea, Antarctica in 1986 at 260 feet.
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Below is a wonderful piece by my long-term contributor, writer J.D. Adams of Salem, Oregon.
Reflections On Crater Lake
By J. D. Adams
Oregon is a land sculpted by the
volcanic fury of the Pacific Ring of
Fire. The volcanic eruptions of Mt. Mazama were recorded in the legends of
Native Americans, who faced clouds of ash that darkened the world almost
8000 years ago [sic-6600 years]. After a series of spectacular eruptions, the volcano
collapsed in on itself to form a caldera that filled with water from
bountiful southern Oregon rain and snowfall, creating the deepest lake in
the United States.
Crater Lake is a mirror of skylight framed in whitebark pine, glowing
darkly from a cold well of deepest blue. Like a gem of turquoise in October
country, it lies cradled within high cliffs etched with the fire of an
ancient cataclysm, silent now except for the sound of windblown ice crystals
in the trees. After millennium the explosive power remains self-evident,
spellbinding. The mystery of hidden treasure permeates this Indian legend,
rediscovered by gold miners in 1853.
It is an early October morning, cold and clear, the sun reflects
brightly from recent snowfall, frosting the peaks and ridges around the rim
of the crater. On these days Crater Lake is at its best, displaying a royal
blue to fascinated onlookers who started coming before it became a national
park in 1902. Climbing the last few feet up to our first viewpoint, my wife
and I stepped into a postcard setting crafted from the essential elements of
sky, water, and stone. There is a quiet sense of eternity in the alpine
perfection of Crater Lake, like a legendary place that waits at the end of a
long journey, mythical and yet real.
We explored the 5-mile wide caldera on Rim Drive, a 33-mile loop with
numerous viewpoints that brought many shades of blue to Crater Lake's
pristine water. The mood was festive with an international flavor, for at
every viewpoint groups huddled in awe and cackled their amazement in foreign
languages. At Cloudcap Overlook, at nearly 8000 ft., enter a zone of
rarefied air and extreme exposure, surrounded by sun-bleached whitebark
pines bent with the force of prevailing storms streaming from the west. A
few miles southward, Vidae Falls tumbles gracefully from one of the ridges
that rise nearly 2000 ft. around Crater Lake, creating a rugged backdrop to
its profound blueness. Moving west past Crater Lake Lodge, the dormant cone
of Wizard Island dominates the foreground in a dramatic statement of
volcanic destruction and renewal. Soon winter snows will close the North
Park Entrance, and the cross-country skiers will have it all to themselves.
There is a satisfying sense of completeness in a trip to Crater Lake,
for it is something every Oregonian should experience at least once in their
lifetime, if only to appreciate the grand spectrum of our geology. In the
quiet waters shines the stardust of inspiration, a hypnotic spell cast by
rippling patterns of sunlight in a looking-glass of blue.
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