With corona virus, the breakfast buffet at the hotel was closed. They gave us five paper sacks filled with a water bottle, a packaged muffin, a granola bar, and an orange. Have to say the chocolate muffins were the favorite. The granola bars? Not so much.
We stopped at Fred Meyer's for some snacks and groceries in Medford then at Subway for sandwiches in Eagle Point. And off to Crater Lake. Chris and I even stopped to get some strawberries from a guy selling fruit on the street corner. They were delicious.
As we drove around Medford a bit to explore, we came across this covered bridge listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
Chris had been keeping a close eye on amenities that would be available at Crater Lake. We were crossing our fingers for restroom facilities, but knew that many of the restaurants and eateries were closed.
We made a quick stop at Rogue Gorge. Chris and I got out to explore.
As we approached the entrance to Crater Lake National Park, we found our place in line with other cars waiting to get into the park. About 2/3s of the park was closed and the trails down to the water were still snow-packed and impassable. Kristen had been pretty determined that she was going to swim in the lake. The water was incredibly blue at the Rim Trail, meaning it was also incredibly cold. Kristen might not have enjoyed that swim too much.
From the park, we drove to Fort Klamath and were completely underwhelmed. We tried to check in at our airbnb and were unsuccessful in unlocking the door. Chris left a message with the caretaker. We couldn't do much until we talked with her, so we decided to check out the area and ended up at Wood River Day Use Area. Chris, Misha, and Kristen waded in the river and Kristen tried to perfect her rock-skipping technique. It was a beautiful little spot just past the exit point for canoers and kayakers leaving the river.
Chiloquin was our next stop. Was it possible it could be just as underwhelming as Ft. Klamath? Yes. Yes, it was. Our only dinner option for miles around was the TP restaurant. Fortunately, the food was decent.
Perhaps next time they need to move this flower pot to a more convenient watering location.
We drove back to Ft. Klamath where the door to the airbnb had been unlocked, We quickly unloaded our stuff and settled in. The girls commandeered Chris’ laptop to watch a downloaded movie. The WiFi was spotty and the girls weren’t able to stream.
Chris and I walked around town and then decided a drive was in order.
The airbnb was part of property with a main house, a smaller cottage, and our cottage. It had been renovated from an old farm house. Amy slept on the pull out couch in the little living area. Chris and I had the master right next to the living room. Passing through the master was the only way to access the bathroom and the loft area upstairs. And those stairs! It’s a wonder people from that era didn’t have more broken bones from tumbling down those steep steps. It was nice enough but probably not a location we would ever choose again. A sign in the kitchen “encouraged” us to keep the kitchen exactly the way we found it in order to keep our cleaning deposit.
This was the view from our bedroom window. Gratefully, we had indoor bathroom facilities.
