As long as I had been hiking up on the mountain, Crater Lake had been calling my name. So up until this day, all I had done was make my way up to the edge of the lake in summer. For some reason, the call was strong enough on the 18th of April, 2014 to venture up on my skis.
I don’t remember how long it took for me to get up there, but I’m sure I stopped dozens of times to catch my breath and rest my legs. This particular photo was made as I skinned up the right side of the crater. I was right around the spot where the rim of the crater stops going up and starts going over to the other side of the lake below. It was the first trip of many to this spot in the years to follow.
Being up as high as I was, and being able to look over the far side of the crater to the valley beyond brought a measure of wonder and awe that has only grown to this day. When you’re along in the mountains as I was on this day, it was a good reminder of how vast this world is.
What I didn’t realize at the time, was how important being in places like this was to me. Over the years it’s become an integral part of my work to be able to share with others both near and far, the beauty that surrounds me.