Was there a trail down the Wineglass for you to come down?
Yeah, there was a trail there. Of course, some of them went down the trail that carried some of the bedding down. We didn’t have sleeping bags in those days. We just had a bedroll, you know. We stayed in that old boathouse that was on the island. We used little metal row boats for a bunk, with a piece of corrugated metal laid on them and propped up to sleep on, you know. We did our own cooking and built that dock.
So there was already a boathouse there?
Yeah, a small one, enough to hold what boats they had in those days (2). They’d put them over there in the wintertime.
Did the Park Service have any boats or were they all concession?
I wouldn’t know about that. But, anyway, I got a picture which says we were there for four weeks. I’d always remembered it as being three weeks. It seemed like a whole year, being locked up over there building that dock. And the way that dock was built, it was settled on the bottom of the contour, the shape of the ground, underneath the water to make it sit level when it was finished and it was cribbed up. We wheeled all the rock into the thing with what they call an old steel wheelbar. We kept adding to those cribs to sink it and then added the logs as it went down. They’d add on top until it was finished. I don’t know how long it was, maybe a hundred, maybe a hundred twenty-five yards long. It went from the contour of the ground above the water out to where it was probably twenty feet deep or more at the outer end. Then the lake, as I understand, a year or two or several years later, lowered enough so that they couldn’t use the dock. It was too high. We’ve never been able to see where that dock was when we go up to Crater Lake now and look across there with a pair of binoculars. We never could locate just where that dock was, whether it was disbanded, tore it down or what.
