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The year was 1993, and I was just graduating from college, and getting ready to move out of state. I convinced my younger Sister Angela, who was 21 at the time, that a road trip from California to Oregon would be a memorable way to spend a few of our summer days.
As we made our way to Oregon, we stopped in several little towns along with way, mingling with locals, sipping our coveted mochas and chatting with each other, like there was no tomorrow. At the top of our list was a visit to Crater Lake, known for being the deepest and most breath-taking lake in the United States.
As we wound our way around the Cascade Mountain Range, we finally reached the crest, where we found a place to park and explore. Feeling like we were kids again, we excitedly ran to the viewing area, and almost simultaneously, dropped our jaws in awe. There before us, was the most spectacular view I had ever seen. I could finally understand why this historic lake has inspired hundreds of people that flock to the site each year.
The water was the deepest blue, almost purplish color. The fluffy white clouds that hung in the sky vividly reflected their images upon the water. There were still small patches of snow around the top of the six-mile wide caldera and you could hear the wind whispering through the pine trees, almost if they were talking in some unfamiliar language.
As I paused there, with my sister, I reminisced upon our years of growing up; the times we had played together, the times we fought, the years that we had perhaps taken for granted. I made a mental note to frame that moment of togetherness in my mind, which I still reflect on to this day. You see, the memories we associate our vacations with, aren’t just about the trip, it’s about who in our lives we share it with.
As we made our way to Oregon, we stopped in several little towns along with way, mingling with locals, sipping our coveted mochas and chatting with each other, like there was no tomorrow. At the top of our list was a visit to Crater Lake, known for being the deepest and most breath-taking lake in the United States.
As we wound our way around the Cascade Mountain Range, we finally reached the crest, where we found a place to park and explore. Feeling like we were kids again, we excitedly ran to the viewing area, and almost simultaneously, dropped our jaws in awe. There before us, was the most spectacular view I had ever seen. I could finally understand why this historic lake has inspired hundreds of people that flock to the site each year.
The water was the deepest blue, almost purplish color. The fluffy white clouds that hung in the sky vividly reflected their images upon the water. There were still small patches of snow around the top of the six-mile wide caldera and you could hear the wind whispering through the pine trees, almost if they were talking in some unfamiliar language.
As I paused there, with my sister, I reminisced upon our years of growing up; the times we had played together, the times we fought, the years that we had perhaps taken for granted. I made a mental note to frame that moment of togetherness in my mind, which I still reflect on to this day. You see, the memories we associate our vacations with, aren’t just about the trip, it’s about who in our lives we share it with.
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