After escaping swarms of fist-sized mosquitoes, we packed up camp and headed deeper into the park to take a peek at this lake place. I swear the pictures below are not even kind of altered, it’s THAT blue. The legend goes that the blue bird was grey before it took a dip in the deep blue ink of Crater Lake.
The park gets a pretty epic forty-three feet of snow a year. So even though it was a crisp ninety-four degrees inside the park, I still managed to peg Denise with some leftover snowball. Ha ha. Apparently, I thought it was a bit funnier to me than it was to her.
The adventure continues toward the perpetual hippy festival that is Portland, Oregon.
not even half of this lake is shown
93 degree sled rides
snow up your shorts is an awkward feeling
epic mini picture #1003
we had to
...i had to
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