Crater Lake

 The last part of our yearly Oregon trip is always a week in Ashland for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. Well, as we hit town up popped an email notice telling us that there had been breakthrough Covid infections in the theater company and, long story, all but two of our plays were cancelled. 

Fortunately our friends Jannette and Paul still came down to join us for one of our plays and an excursion to our favorite tourist trap in Jacksonville where we shopped and had a fine dinner at Gogi's. Paul and I both got knives at the Carefree Buffalo in town. That to go with the exquisite knife and pen sheaths he had made for me.

On Friday, though, the three of us, Sharon, Anna, and me, had the day to kill with no need to be back in time for a play. So we took a leisurely drive around Crater Lake with a number of stops for short walks and picture taking:

Apologies for the random order of some of these images, Google says they should be this way and who am I to argue

Anna and Sharon in front of a little waterfall

This deer was a curious about us as we were about her

Rosa'a moment of glory

Anna at the Rogue River rapids on the way up

Mom and Pop in front of the waterfall

At one of our stops, this exquisite restored '67 Chevelle got everyone's attention 

Not to be out done, even with a good coat of dust, at another stop
Rocinante got some love from a German tourist