Any one who knows me or has been following this will undoubtedly know that both road trips came about because of a desire to see the bands at the iconic Pyramid Stage at Glastonbury, tickets to which, like the Burning Man event are as elusive as quicksilver. So when it was clear our route would take us near a certain lake the other side of the mountains from Black Rock I was overtaken by my sense of irony & routed us past Pyramid Lake.
Running out of daylight & heading to Nixon we were totally unprepared for the splendour of the Lake. A tad concerned we didn’t have a campsite for the night we scoured the place for a suitable spot but ended up driving on through up the side of the Lake realising if we reached Sutcliffe our options were really limited as it wasn’t clear the road was suitable for rental vehicles beyond there & it would be miles to retrace our steps to the next potential town.
However we spied some people in campers near the shore line & they kindly told us where we could obtain the necessary pass at the Ranger Office come shop. Despite the randomness of it the advice was good and later we left with our overnight ticket & some beer. Driving back we spotted a suitable place and pulled in. By now it really was starting to get dark as we sipped beer & watched the sun sink behind the mountains. It was very peaceful but nothing prepared us for the moment when the sky went completely jet black the only light coming from the millions of twinkling stars. My thanks to the Native American upon whose Reservation the Lake is located for making it possible for us to stay there. It truly was one of the most fantastic places on earth that I have ever camped in. The Pyramid is a unusual rock formation in the Lake & as ‘consolation prizes’ go I felt we had really hit the jackpot. Later we set the alarm clock so that we could get up & watch the sun rise.
Sipping tea while sat in deck chairs was amazing & the advantage of rising so early was that we were on our way to Crater Lake before the crowds. Reaching the entrance there were no queues or parking problems & we were once more treated to some spectacular scenery that really the cameras just didn’t really do justice too. The water was so still & the reflections so clear. It put me in mind of the Taekwondo pattern Chon Ji which takes its name from the Heavenly Lake also famed for the clear reflection that is supposed to be representative of both heaven & earth. Walking around we took in the sweet fresh air & headed to the coast where we would pick up the 101 or Scenic Pacific Highway.