When I woke up today, I wasn't planning on seeing Crater Lake. I was planning on it weeks ago when I poured over the maps to figure out my route, but then figured if I stopped there I'd also have to stop at Lavabeds and Mtount St. Helens and Portland and Seattle. Heck, if I made it to Seattle, I'd also have to go to Vancouver to finally get a glimpse of Canada and get a stamp in the lonely pages of my brand new passport. So no, there wasn't going to be time for Crater Lake. Not this trip. This trip is just about family and friends.
But then I saw the sign for the turnoff. It was only 47 miles away.
I went for it. And this is what I saw.