Crater Lake Research Paper
As soon as I feel the sun’s warmth on my face peeking over from behind the rim of Crater Lake National Park in Oregon, I am wide awake. I open my tent to see deep, vivid reds and pinks, along with bright oranges and yellows and the luminous sun in the middle of nature’s masterpiece. Although it is only around forty degrees this morning, I can feel my heart burning with the desire to explore the various park features. It is only my first day at Crater Lake, and I can already feel myself beginning to love this unique, wonderful place. For breakfast, I decide to walk down to the lodge to go to their restaurant called “Annie Creek Restaurant and Gift Shop”. As I enter the restaurant, I catch a whiff of their outstanding burgers and shakes, and I automatically know what I will get for lunch. Once I sit down, I order the “Garfield Peak”, off of the breakfast menu, named after Garfield Peak on the south end of Crater Lake. After eating that delicious meal, I am excited to
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start my day. Today in Crater Lake, I plan on participating in one of the six hikes Crater Lake has to offer. The first hike that interested me a lot is Cleetwood Cove. First opened in 1960, it is on the north side of the lake and is the only trail that accesses the shoreline of the lake. Cleetwood Cove is not a very long trail, and I am looking forward to have a challenging return trip, which includes a 656 foot descension. I can’t wait for this trip! As I prepare for my hike, I go back to my tent and grab a waterbottle, a swimsuit, a jacket, my camera for pictures, my notebook with notes about Crater Lake and it’s trails, and a hiking backpack to carry all this in. I start walking to the north side of the lake, taking in the beautiful view of Crater Lake. Once I reach the north side, I start my hike, breathing in the smell of sugar pine and hearing the various sounds on animals around me. Suddenly, I freeze. About 10 feet in front of me, very close to the edge of the shoreline, is a bobcat. As I slowly recover from shock and shakily hold out my camera to take a picture, as soon as the flash goes off, the bobcat leaps into the trees next to me. I look down at my camera to see an action shot of the bobcat leaping. I laugh and continue my trip along the shoreline of the lake. After a couple more minutes of walking Cleetwood Cove, I look back on the hike I had just taken and realize how amazing the experience was.
I had gotten some of the most outstanding pictures I had ever taken of the lake from being on the shoreline, and being surrounded by nature had made me feel wonderful. As I approach the boat that would take me to Wizard Island, I begin to grow very excited. I sit down in the boat and open my notes to the beginning, where it states in my messy handwriting that Crater Lake was established on May 22, 1902 by president Theodore Roosevelt. I look at the other jotted down notes, such as how it’s the deepest lake in the country, how William Gladstone Steel devoted his life into making Crater Lake a national park and held many lake surveys that provided scientific support, and how it was formed 7,700 years ago by the collapse of Mount Mazama. After reading these notes and scribbling down about my encounter with the bobcat, I look up to see we have reached Wizard
Island. Stepping onto Wizard Island feels good and magical, almost like stepping onto the moon. Trees surrounded me on all sides, and I immediately feel totally immersed in nature. As soon as I see the vivid pasque flowers, I pulled out my camera and take many pictures. After I finish capturing these pictures, I look up at the sky and realize that the sun is setting and I need to get back to my tent. Suddenly, I hear a growling sound and spin around thinking it’s coming from behind. I laugh to myself and realize I was starving. I got back into the boat, arrived back on the shoreline, and made my way back to the lodge. Finally reaching “Annie Creek Restaurant and Gift Shop” yet again, I decide to order the Bison sliders to make up for my missing lunch as well as dinner. The sliders taste outstanding, and after finishing them I am stuffed. Happily walking back to my tent, I remember everything I had done today and smile. As I climb back into my tent, I take one last glance at Crater Lake and see the sunset peeking out from behind the mountains. Once again, I see vivid and vibrant reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks surrounding the glowing orb, known only as nature’s masterpiece.
start my day. Today in Crater Lake, I plan on participating in one of the six hikes Crater Lake has to offer. The first hike that interested me a lot is Cleetwood Cove. First opened in 1960, it is on the north side of the lake and is the only trail that accesses the shoreline of the lake. Cleetwood Cove is not a very long trail, and I am looking forward to have a challenging return trip, which includes a 656 foot descension. I can’t wait for this trip! As I prepare for my hike, I go back to my tent and grab a waterbottle, a swimsuit, a jacket, my camera for pictures, my notebook with notes about Crater Lake and it’s trails, and a hiking backpack to carry all this in. I start walking to the north side of the lake, taking in the beautiful view of Crater Lake. Once I reach the north side, I start my hike, breathing in the smell of sugar pine and hearing the various sounds on animals around me. Suddenly, I freeze. About 10 feet in front of me, very close to the edge of the shoreline, is a bobcat. As I slowly recover from shock and shakily hold out my camera to take a picture, as soon as the flash goes off, the bobcat leaps into the trees next to me. I look down at my camera to see an action shot of the bobcat leaping. I laugh and continue my trip along the shoreline of the lake. After a couple more minutes of walking Cleetwood Cove, I look back on the hike I had just taken and realize how amazing the experience was.
I had gotten some of the most outstanding pictures I had ever taken of the lake from being on the shoreline, and being surrounded by nature had made me feel wonderful. As I approach the boat that would take me to Wizard Island, I begin to grow very excited. I sit down in the boat and open my notes to the beginning, where it states in my messy handwriting that Crater Lake was established on May 22, 1902 by president Theodore Roosevelt. I look at the other jotted down notes, such as how it’s the deepest lake in the country, how William Gladstone Steel devoted his life into making Crater Lake a national park and held many lake surveys that provided scientific support, and how it was formed 7,700 years ago by the collapse of Mount Mazama. After reading these notes and scribbling down about my encounter with the bobcat, I look up to see we have reached Wizard
Island. Stepping onto Wizard Island feels good and magical, almost like stepping onto the moon. Trees surrounded me on all sides, and I immediately feel totally immersed in nature. As soon as I see the vivid pasque flowers, I pulled out my camera and take many pictures. After I finish capturing these pictures, I look up at the sky and realize that the sun is setting and I need to get back to my tent. Suddenly, I hear a growling sound and spin around thinking it’s coming from behind. I laugh to myself and realize I was starving. I got back into the boat, arrived back on the shoreline, and made my way back to the lodge. Finally reaching “Annie Creek Restaurant and Gift Shop” yet again, I decide to order the Bison sliders to make up for my missing lunch as well as dinner. The sliders taste outstanding, and after finishing them I am stuffed. Happily walking back to my tent, I remember everything I had done today and smile. As I climb back into my tent, I take one last glance at Crater Lake and see the sunset peeking out from behind the mountains. Once again, I see vivid and vibrant reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks surrounding the glowing orb, known only as nature’s masterpiece.