WALDO LAKE — It was to be our last warm-up hike before my brother-in-law, Glenn, and I attempted the 210-mile John Muir Trail in California’s Sierra Nevada beginning in late July: a 22-mile loop around Oregon’s Waldo Lake on the first day of summer, June 21.
The lake long has held a spell on me because it is named for my wilderness hero, Judge John Breckenridge Waldo. He spent time nearly every summer on its shores in the late 1800s.
“Our party is enthusiastic over Waldo Lake,” he wrote from the lake on Aug. 27, 1889, the late-summer date suggesting he knew of the legendary Waldo mosquitoes in early and mid summer.
“I myself never saw its beauties so strongly before. It is a noble lake — water almost as blue as Crater Lake — deep, and the wooded mountains