On Nov. 18, 1930, Chief Ranger William C. Godfrey lost his life in a snowstorm in the southern section of Crater Lake National Park.

Years later, a glen between the Munson Creek canyon and Annie Creek canyon was named after him.

And because of its spectacular name, the Godfreys decided to hike the Godfrey Glen Trail.

But even this generation of Godfreys, most likely not related to William C., nearly met its match when it came to the snow.

When researching the area, the information I read said the 1.2-mile trail was accessible year-round. It turned out it wasn’t as accessible as the internet let me believe.

There was some snow near the trailhead but a nice path was made through the snow. We threw some snowballs in the 70-degree heat, and the dog, who has been snacking on ice cubes at home lately, licked the snow every time we stood still to admire the views.

The trail quickly led us to the edge of Munson Creek canyon with its fossil pinnacles.

Munson Creek trickled far below us and was only visible in a few places, but the depth of the canyon paired with the pinnacles made for a unique view in Southern Oregon.

The trail is a loop and as we got from the southern section of the trail to the eastern section, some hikers who had started ahead of us were returning the same way they went in, which is odd when the trail is a loop.

One woman told us in broken English that there was a lot of snow ahead and we should probably turn back.

We decided to keep going anyway.

Snow started to appear on the side of the trail, but the thought that it may become impassible was interrupted by a woodpecker.

The indistinguishable pecking sound let us locate the bird, but it wouldn’t sit still long enough to be photographed.

When we were ready to keep walking, we encountered a fallen tree and a small layer of snow on the trail. I’m assuming this is where most other hikers turn around, but we decided to climb over the tree and keep going.

The snow subsided a little, but then we went around a turn and all of a sudden, all we could see was snow.

There was no indication of where the trail was, or that there even was a trail.

We had already walked a mile, so we knew we were close to the trailhead. Turning around seemed silly at this point.

The time to turn around would’ve been at the fallen tree — or maybe when we were told we should turn around.

At first we continued going in the same direction we had been walking, but the forest grew thicker and it didn’t appear that people had been in that area for a long time.

So we relied on our other senses to find our way back to the trail.

We could hear cars driving and knew the road would lead us back to the parking lot. We followed the sound and could soon see the cars through the trees. Despite one misstep that caused me to hit my knee on a fallen tree branch, we came out unscathed.

Sports reporter Sanne Godfrey can be reached at 541-957-4203 or via email at sgodfrey@nrtoday.com. Follow her on Twitter @sannegodfrey.

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