Crater Lake in Winter-CHECK!

Near the top of my list of things I gotta do was something very doable, now that I live on the left coast. I've been to Crater Lake a couple of times in my life, in the summer. A winter trip has always been on the agenda. Fortunately, our nordic club chapter agreed, so a merry band of us headed south to Union Creek Resort for some mid week recreation.


Union Creek Resort is surrounded by the Rogue River National Forest, and fit our needs to a T. Some of us stayed in the main lodge (bedrooms with shared baths, sitting room with big fireplace, game room with pool table) while others stayed in small cabins. We brought our dog, so stayed in pet friendly cabin 1.


We had everything in that little cabin we needed: a comfy bed, kitchenette, table and two chairs, hot shower, and occasional wireless internet. Their excellent website has video of the different rooms and cabins. Elliot and Yolie had a cabin at the edge of the property that had a big campfire ring that came in handy on night 2. But more on that later.

After a half day's caravan drive, we checked in then headed up to the Rim to check out conditions for the next day's ski. There was plenty of snow!

We were treated to sunny blue skies, bluer water, and not a hint of wind, leaving the surface of the lake like a mirror.


Check out the reflections.



Even the jet contrails reflected in the lake. It was breathtaking.


After our scouting mission, we went back down to Beckie's Cafe for dinner. Beckie's is famous for its pies. They looked fantastic, but I must admit after that huge helping of homemade chili and cornbread, I had absolutely no room for pie. Eileen had a piece of Very Berry, and it was. Very. Berry. Our group of 12 took up half of the second service area. The waitress was excellent and cheerful. Then it was early to bed to get ready for the skiing.

I made a pot of Bob's Five Grain Cereal (my very favorite) in my little kitchen, packed some lunch munchies, and some dog biscuits for Brindle, then we headed back to the Rim. The wind had come up a little bit, so the mirror effect was gone, making us really glad we'd gone up the afternoon before.



The view was still great.


We had a good time playing in bowls just a couple miles from the trailhead. Here's Yolie, just before she crashed and messed up her knee a little bit.

Here are some of Ole's finely carved tele turns.


It was so warm, we all took the opportunity to get a little extra vitamin D. Especially Yolie.

Brindle needed a salt lick.

Some people were skiing in tank tops! (Not our group!)


We were tired and hungry so we headed back to our base. After all, the moon was rising (center).



On the menu tonight: community dinner of pasta and sauce, meatballs, salad, garlic bread, potables, and homemade desserts. It was warm enough to set up outside Cabin 15.


The hosts trucked over folding chairs and a table for us, as well as a load of firewood for our campfire.


Ole brought out his trusty guitar and regaled us with his Austin Lounge Lizard covers, including Old Blevins and Paint Me On Velvet, among others. Our goal is to learn more words to A.L.L. songs before the next campfire. We got the blah blah blah part down pat, though.


A storm blew in overnight, and it was slushing out in the morning. The more insane of our group went back up to ski in the blizzard, the rest of us put on our raincoats and hiked some of the nearby trails along the Rogue River.


Right across the street was a trail leading to this gorge-ous place.



Then we headed down the road a piece to the Natural Bridge trail, where we found a huge Doug fir. This is with my camera on the ground shooting up.

Fred and Jan stood by it for scale.

Our last communal dinner was in the 'big house'. Too rainy for another campfire. There was only one allowed by the weather gods. Again, the hosts were very helpful to our group. A big piece of plywood went on the pool table to make a buffet table, and we loaded it with burrito fixings. We had full access to the kitchen and dishes. Yolie made the tortillas, which were wonderful. We had some more songs by the fireplace, and Ole's haiku. He challenged us to write haiku about the trip to share at the next campfire. And so we shall.

Stay tuned for the weekend in Sisters to finish off this road trip entry. It's opening day (night) at Fenway, the Yankees are in town, and it's on TeeVee even here on the opposite side of the country. Gotta go!