33 years is a long enough wait

Memorial Day weekend, 1988, my girlfriend (at the time, soon to be ex-wife) and I were visiting her mother who was in Grants Pass, Oregon at the time. It was a drizzly weekend, and we had a rental car, so we decided to take a day trip and run up to Crater Lake. Part way up the hill, the weather changed to snow and by the time we got to the top, it was a full-on blizzard. We popped into the gift shop and surprised the employee, who remarked “Where the hell you’d come from??” We said good-bye, peeked over the edge (visibility was about 5 feet), did a few dough-nuts in the parking lot, and got the hell outta there.

Over the years, I’ve passed through Oregon and always wanted to stop by Crater Lake, but just never did. Always busy, running from one place to another.

Fast forward to 2021, I’m remarried, and our dog suffers from anxiety from loud popping noises, such as fireworks. Every year we find someplace quiet to go visit and this year I decided to get an AirBNB room in southern Oregon. It was a beautiful home on a quiet street, which is exactly what we wanted for the 4th of July. We spent one day and ran up the hill to visit Crater Lake.

The park was pretty busy, so finding a parking spot was quite a challenge. We ended up making the 33 mile drive all the way around the rim, stopping at several points for a scenic look and some pictures.

On our way out, we stopped by the gift shop and I got a “pressed penny” to add to my collection. It was a long wait, but well worth it.


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