It all began as an idea. Nicholas Brinker and I were bored at the end of our freshman year at UCSB and we decided to take a trip into the hills and have some good old fashioned mountain conquering fun. Our ultimate goal was to climb Mt. Shasta, but considering this was Brinker's first time at high elevation, I decided that we needed to do some serious acclimatization. So wedecided to take a side trip: to the infamous crater lake in the Eddy Mountains behind my cabin.
Heading out from my cabin.
After several hours of strenuous hiking, getting lost and then found again. We get our first glimpse of majestic Mt. Shasta. The slope seemed relatively easy so far, and our spirits remained high.
Eventually we reach the top of a ridge and see a vast field of rocks that we have to negotiate. The vastness and scale of the rock field is not conveyed properly by these photos.
Finally, once we reached the top of the endless false-summits, we emerged at a flattened, forested area. We were pretty much clueless as to which direction we needed to go in order to find the elusive lake. Luckily I brought my topographic map and compass and was able to find the proper orientation and bearing. Exhausted we stumbled through the woods until finally the lake emerged below us!
Little Crater Lake!
Refreshed and rejuvenated by the sight of the glistening, crystal clear lake, we sprinted down the shore with the intent to jump in and relieve our sweating exhausted bodies. I managed to place my toe in the water and I almost feinted the water was so icy cold. Rather than go into hypothermia we decided to build a fire and eat the delicious chili we had packed.
Once we had eaten our fill we were finally able to explore the surrounding area.
Vista of Shasta from near the lake.
Little Crater Lake again!