246 THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 
Wednesday morning we decided to go to Crater Lake. We broke 
camp in the morning and reached the rim of the lake about six in 
the evening. Just in time to witness a beautiful sunset on the lake. 
I shall not attempt to describe the wonderful beauties of the lake. 
It has been depicted by the pen of writers skilled in the art of painting 
word pictures until it is universally known throughout the world. 
But there may be some things about it that may be new to some of 
you who will read this. For instance, we knew nothing about the toll 
required until we were confronted by a guard at the gate leading into 
the park. We were there obliged to register and pay two dollars for 
each car. We learned that this was required in each instance. Upon 
registering you are presented with a receipt which will permit you 
to pass out of the park at any of the other gates without further 
charge. But in the absence of the receipt you will be required to pay 
for your car, so they are bound to get you coming or going. 
Another thing new to us was the size of the park. After leaving 
the entrance gate, we traveled fourteen miles before we came to the 
lodge situated in the park. A beautiful rustic building located on the 
very edge of the lake which we reached over new roads just com- 
pleted by the government. The 
U. S. Engineers have a thor- 
oughly equipped camp just be- 
low the lodge and are now en- 
gaged in building a magnificent 
road along the rim of the lake 
the entire distance around it. It 
will make a wonderful drive 
when completed. 
We passed the snow line while 
driving from the gate to the 
lodge where we were seventy- 
two hundred feet above sea 
level, and expected to spend a 
chilly night in the park. But 
after eating our dinner at the 
lodge, and enjoying the hospi- 
tality of Mr. Tuller for an hour 
thereafter, and especially the. 
huge fireplace in the big lobby 
which is higher than a person’s 
head and where we stood in it An Eastern Brook Trout. Bob’s catch 
with our backs to the fire, we in Wasco Lake, located five or six miles 
drove down about a mile and south of Mt. Jefferson and nine miles 
camped under a grove of firs. west of Heising’s, on i Metolius peuoee 
While we were above the snowline, still the night was not cold and 
we enjoyed our one night in the great park. Arising early the next 
morning we immediately drove to the lake to view it with the rising 
sun. A magnificent sight! Were it possible that all might see it, 
It seemed fitting that such a morning was destined to become the 
turning point of our trip. We had already decided to make the lake 
the point of greatest distance, so after thoroughly enjoying the won- 
ders of the lake and its surroundings, we started for home, which, as 
we afterwards noted by our spedometers, was a distance of three hun- 
dred and five miles. We left the lake Thursday morning, arriving at 
The Dalles and. home Friday evening at six o’clock—bewhiskered, 
sunburned and tanned but all agreeing upon one thing—that our trip 
was the most successful undertaken by any of our party. It will bear 
repeating. . 

