CRATER LAKE. 



PROF. B. \V. EVERMANN. 



On the crest of the Cascade mountains, 

 in Southwestern Oregon, is Crater Lake, in 

 many respects the most wonderful lake in 

 the world. It lies in the top of Mount 

 Mazama. To reach it one must leave the 

 railroad at Ashland, or Medford, and travel 

 by wagon road ioo miles Northeastwardly. 



down, and all the bicycles soon became a 

 burden. They had to be either pushed 

 laboriously, or loaded on the wagons. 

 However, the trip would have been less in- 

 teresting had it been otherwise. 



We camped, our first night out, on Dead 

 Indian creek, drank Dead Indian milk and 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY MISS WINIFRED WATSON. 



CRATER LAKE AND WIZARD ISLAND. 

 Llao Rock in the distance. 



There are many hills to cross and dust and 

 rocks everywhere, but the trip is more than, 

 worth the making. 



It was my good fortune to make this 

 journey in August, 1896, as the guest of the 

 Mazamas, a prosperous club of jolly moun- 

 tain climbers with headquarters at Port- 

 land, Ore. 



We left Ashland — 40 odd of us, of whom 

 a third were ladies — in strong wagons and 

 equipped for camping. 



Four or 5 started out on their wheels. 

 The usual haps and mishaps occurred, of 

 course, thereby adding spice and variety to 

 the journey. One of the wagons broke 



ate Dead Indian butter, because they were 

 better than the Ashland product. 



Then we spent 3 days on a side trip to the 

 summit of Mount Pitt, while those who 

 could not climb mountains, on Sunday, 

 spent their time fishing at Pelican bay. 

 And when we tried to fill them with regrets, 

 by telling of the glories of Mount Pitt, 

 they dwelt enthusiastically and in the reg- 

 ular worldly way on the delights of fishing 

 in Pelican bay; and we loved them all the 

 more because their acts were better than 

 their creed. 



The pleasures of the journey were many; 

 but at this time I desire to write only of the 



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