Greetings from Crater Lake National Park

Arriving on Memorial Day, snow still covered most of the high area and the weather was overcast. We stayed at the historic lodge and woke the next morning to a bright sunny day. The blue of the lake was intense and the crowds were gone.

Sincerely,
Michael Ayers

Crater Lake National Park

Crater Lake sits in a rugged portion of the Cascade Range and is famous for its deep, jewel-blue water. An impressive 20-mile ring of cliffs encloses the basin and adds to its magnificence.

State(s): Oregon

Established: 1902

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