The small two lane road winds the forest, carving its way slowly up the side up the mountain. There is nothing to do but follow the curves; unsure of what to expect all you can do is hold your breath. The summit, the top of a once great mountain is gone. The peak long ago destroyed in a powerful eruption of superheated volcanic ash.
With the peak gone, a crater is left behind. Molten lava cooled over centuries, forging cliffs that stand watch thousands of feet above the ground. Over the last seven thousand and seven hundred years rain and snow accumulate, filling the crater inch by inch. Over those seven thousand and seven hundred years this special place becomes one of the deepest lakes in the world; nearly two thousand feet of water. No streams run into the lake; no streams run out. Nothing disturbs the water here; it remains a deep blue reflective surface of tranquility.
This is the kind of blue that feels unreal. Too pure to exist here in our imperfect world. This place has a special feeling that will steal away your breath. Staring outwards from the edge of these great cliffs is overwhelming; surrounded by this vastness can be crippling. Where else can make someone feel so small.
Murder by Death said it best; "it will never die... it can only grow old". Here, nothing feels more true. Even as rocks cascade down the cliff face, as dust plumes in air, the landscape merely changes, grows, and transforms.
It twists the mind, miracles like this. Such beauty can exist right here on Earth. This small floating rock set a sail around the Sun in the seas of the universe where stars are more plentiful than grains of sand.
Crater Lake was carefully crafted over the last seven thousand seven hundred years; a scale larger than most are able to comprehend. The Universe has had fourteen billion years to craft its miracles. What lies beyond the scope of our own little system of planets? What majesties lie, waiting to be discovered, waiting for us to break the boundaries of space.