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Crater Lake is a place I'd been meaning to visit for years. I had only
been there once before, way back when I was in 3rd grade on a family vacation.
I remember that trip because at some point I ran after my brother and
fell onto a cobblestone path near Crater Lake Lodge or Rim Village, separating
an inch long gash of skin from my knee. My parents had to drive an hour
away to find someone to stitch me up. I still have that scar. Finally,
I would return to the scene of the crime, so to speak.
We decided to split up the long drive to Crater Lake into two parts, though in
retrospect it would have been cheaper to do it in one shot on Saturday and we
probably wouldn't have arrived much later. I had hoped to leave around 3:30pm
on Friday, but we ended up not leaving until 6:30pm. With stops for dinner, gas,
and traffic, we didn't arrive in the city of Mt. Shasta until just after midnight.
We checked into our motel and got some sleep.
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