It was hard to say good-bye to the Motel Del Rogue, but it was time to move again. Back North to Seattle. A project was waiting. I was too close to Crater Lake not to visit and the start of the Rogue River could be found there. Two hours north and east further into the woods I went. Certainly it was on the way.
The Gorge narrows to 25′ at this point and the water powers through at 410,000 per minute. As I leaned out over the barrier I noticed a disturbing sign and stayed within the boundaries. A young boy had fallen into the gorge while stretching out to take a picture. His body had not yet been recovered.
I hiked up to the Watchman’s Lookout Station for a more better view at my last stop along the Western Rim drive. I was there in the harsh light of mid-day, the shadows from the trees were large and long.