Last weekend we ventured into the grandeur of Oregon state’s only national park, Crater Lake.
Once I step onto the soil, the tingling starts in my feet and moves up to my stomach. Butterflies pirouette up my spine. The impossible blue water. Sometimes I forget to breathe.
I’ve seen it so many times, I should take it for granted. The magic of the lake is like reconnecting with enchantment through children’s eyes—seeing it again for the first time. It changes it’s garb almost every hour.
This time we were given a royal welcome by the local ambassador, a golden mantle ground squirrel. Standing on a rock wall 1,000 feet above the lake’s surface, he greeted us like old friends.
Where ever your travels take you this weekend, enjoy the adventure. And don’t forget to breathe.