June 25-27 2009 Oregon Camp Trip - South Fork Mountain
- hambone
- Post-Industrial Non-Secular Mennonite
- Location: Portland, Ore.
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Overwhelming demand!
I just found out that the snow level is 4300' in shady zones. VERY unusual for late June. Same mess as last year, La Nina strikes again.
SO, S. Fork Mtn may be still snowed in, although sunny peaks tend to melt out faster. "We" can either try our luck or ditch it and head somewhere else. Or both. The spot Jasan and I camped last year was pretty cool, on the Roaring River canyon rim near Grouse Point trail. An insane road leads in, but entirely passible in a bus.
OR Linney Creek Camp but I'm also not sure if that route is open. I think I'd rather hit that one in late summer anyway.
Anyone? I'll bring MARSH-mallows!
Here's the link to Grouse Point Trail Camp from last year:
viewtopic.php?t=4333
and a map:
at the end of FS 4611.
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&g ... 7&t=p&z=15
I just found out that the snow level is 4300' in shady zones. VERY unusual for late June. Same mess as last year, La Nina strikes again.
SO, S. Fork Mtn may be still snowed in, although sunny peaks tend to melt out faster. "We" can either try our luck or ditch it and head somewhere else. Or both. The spot Jasan and I camped last year was pretty cool, on the Roaring River canyon rim near Grouse Point trail. An insane road leads in, but entirely passible in a bus.
OR Linney Creek Camp but I'm also not sure if that route is open. I think I'd rather hit that one in late summer anyway.
Anyone? I'll bring MARSH-mallows!
Here's the link to Grouse Point Trail Camp from last year:
viewtopic.php?t=4333
and a map:
at the end of FS 4611.
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&g ... 7&t=p&z=15
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- hambone
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Oh fine.
Well if it's just me and Eva then I may have to go someplace less remote.
Well if it's just me and Eva then I may have to go someplace less remote.
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- spiffy
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- hambone
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Yeah that was great. We'll do it again.
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Well it was just the lovely Eva and I, up on top of the giant's head we Americans call South Fork Mountain. Yes folks, 3 days with just a 5 year old in the wilderness. She is becomming a great camper.
We arrived to clouds swirling past, after traversing the usual potholed post apocalyptic forest service snakeroute, climbing nearly 5000' into the abused-but-still-beautiful Clackamas foothills. I fretted about potential snow, but those fears were unfounded, as only a couple tiny patches still sat in sheltered bowls. This is good news for highcountry camp season - it's open!
So we sat for a while, gathered slimy wood for a meager smoky fire as the clouds shuffled past like puffed ghosts. Eva remarked how we were "breathing clouds" and indeed this was literal, as our exhalations slid down the onramp and flew down the misted freeway.
She went to bed, I stayed up for a spell until the clouds came into camp with reinforcements, dropping a cold wet blanket on the camp and filling me with enough spookies to call it a night and hide under the sheets.
After a long cold night, the new day sun broke thru, dragging a blue sky behind like a much loved rag doll. Being a student of history, I took the opportunity to revisit 1910 with newly appointed Ranger Petey and myself. We made plans to hike down to Memaloose Lake and pick up our Forest Service horses, freshly watered and rested. Then, to ride to the Cold Springs ranger station. Of course most of the trails have been abandoned 70 years, the ranger station just a dream in some granddad's craw, and the fire lookout a scattered pile of rusted nails and windowpanes melted into unique blobs...but that did not stop the intrepid rangers on their rounds.
We did hike down to Memaloose Lake, shining gloriously in the new summer sun. The trail from the lake up to the peak of S. Fork Mountain is an original forest service trail, constructed around 1900. It is not officialy maintained (as a sign proudly proclaims at the base of the mountain), but it is in excellent condition regardless. We spent the day chopping brush, and even make it back up to the top in spite of frequent whining. It's hard to be little as 1000' in elevation beckons.
Of course the horses were nowhere to be seen, curse the bureacracy. And once on top, we were dismayed to find the trail to the ranger station nearly obliterated with time, a disturbing fate. What remained of the rangers themselves is still a mystery.
The views! Spectacular. One can see many vistas and all local volcanic peaks, as far north as Mt. Rainier and 3 Sisters to the south. At night, the lights of Portland twinkle orange and strange, wierd to see littered across the valley as we sit up high among the beargrass and crescent moon.
Nails, however are a very real hazard on this lofty perch. The 1960s were a strange time in our nation's history. Besides the race riots and other colorful adventures already burned into our collective, our penchant for natural resource extraction took a feverhold as many miles of solitary-purpose roads were stabbed into the crumbling highcountry. Historic sites such as backcountry ranger stations and high peak fire lookouts were simply burned to the ground to aviod the bookcost of maintenance. I suppose fire is the great purifier; or at least does a damn good job of rearranging molecules. Even the Indians would seasonally burn their prized hunting grounds and mountain berry fields for their own personal gain. This weird grasping for history seems to create more questions than clarity, but it is an interesting trip to puzzle out how it felt 100 years ago when these magnificient clearcut lands were nothing but miles and miles of ancient wilderness. We are spoilt, the land has been spoiled. But inbetween it's glory in excess as always.
Spending a few days on top of a mountain with just a little one whom I love as much as breath certainly gave me a unique perspective. Although there are moments of pure madness, such as a bottle of OJ dumped all over the camper cabinet and floor, the moments of true love and gentle bliss soaks into consciousness until everything else is swept away in the high wind. I left South Fork Moutain grateful, wind peppered, and full of light.
We arrived to clouds swirling past, after traversing the usual potholed post apocalyptic forest service snakeroute, climbing nearly 5000' into the abused-but-still-beautiful Clackamas foothills. I fretted about potential snow, but those fears were unfounded, as only a couple tiny patches still sat in sheltered bowls. This is good news for highcountry camp season - it's open!
So we sat for a while, gathered slimy wood for a meager smoky fire as the clouds shuffled past like puffed ghosts. Eva remarked how we were "breathing clouds" and indeed this was literal, as our exhalations slid down the onramp and flew down the misted freeway.
She went to bed, I stayed up for a spell until the clouds came into camp with reinforcements, dropping a cold wet blanket on the camp and filling me with enough spookies to call it a night and hide under the sheets.
After a long cold night, the new day sun broke thru, dragging a blue sky behind like a much loved rag doll. Being a student of history, I took the opportunity to revisit 1910 with newly appointed Ranger Petey and myself. We made plans to hike down to Memaloose Lake and pick up our Forest Service horses, freshly watered and rested. Then, to ride to the Cold Springs ranger station. Of course most of the trails have been abandoned 70 years, the ranger station just a dream in some granddad's craw, and the fire lookout a scattered pile of rusted nails and windowpanes melted into unique blobs...but that did not stop the intrepid rangers on their rounds.
We did hike down to Memaloose Lake, shining gloriously in the new summer sun. The trail from the lake up to the peak of S. Fork Mountain is an original forest service trail, constructed around 1900. It is not officialy maintained (as a sign proudly proclaims at the base of the mountain), but it is in excellent condition regardless. We spent the day chopping brush, and even make it back up to the top in spite of frequent whining. It's hard to be little as 1000' in elevation beckons.
Of course the horses were nowhere to be seen, curse the bureacracy. And once on top, we were dismayed to find the trail to the ranger station nearly obliterated with time, a disturbing fate. What remained of the rangers themselves is still a mystery.
The views! Spectacular. One can see many vistas and all local volcanic peaks, as far north as Mt. Rainier and 3 Sisters to the south. At night, the lights of Portland twinkle orange and strange, wierd to see littered across the valley as we sit up high among the beargrass and crescent moon.
Nails, however are a very real hazard on this lofty perch. The 1960s were a strange time in our nation's history. Besides the race riots and other colorful adventures already burned into our collective, our penchant for natural resource extraction took a feverhold as many miles of solitary-purpose roads were stabbed into the crumbling highcountry. Historic sites such as backcountry ranger stations and high peak fire lookouts were simply burned to the ground to aviod the bookcost of maintenance. I suppose fire is the great purifier; or at least does a damn good job of rearranging molecules. Even the Indians would seasonally burn their prized hunting grounds and mountain berry fields for their own personal gain. This weird grasping for history seems to create more questions than clarity, but it is an interesting trip to puzzle out how it felt 100 years ago when these magnificient clearcut lands were nothing but miles and miles of ancient wilderness. We are spoilt, the land has been spoiled. But inbetween it's glory in excess as always.
Spending a few days on top of a mountain with just a little one whom I love as much as breath certainly gave me a unique perspective. Although there are moments of pure madness, such as a bottle of OJ dumped all over the camper cabinet and floor, the moments of true love and gentle bliss soaks into consciousness until everything else is swept away in the high wind. I left South Fork Moutain grateful, wind peppered, and full of light.
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- hambone
- Post-Industrial Non-Secular Mennonite
- Location: Portland, Ore.
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Just Eva and I! Can you believe it? But she's been camping since 3 months so she's stuck. Poor kid. I had to explain "Midwest" and flat-agriculture to her. Hell I didn't see mountains until my 20s.
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- hambone
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White Man's Laydown
cute yet bold
in season
front view
back view
Jefferson, I'm afraid
pieces of the past
happy camp
beautiful Memaloooooose ("place of death" or "relating to death" in Chinook) shining green and vibrant
a glimpse of a new day on top of the world
cute yet bold
in season
front view
back view
Jefferson, I'm afraid
pieces of the past
happy camp
beautiful Memaloooooose ("place of death" or "relating to death" in Chinook) shining green and vibrant
a glimpse of a new day on top of the world
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it balances on your head just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine
your brand new leopard skin pillbox hat
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- Maz804
- Getting Hooked!
- Location: Portland, Oregon
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WOW! That's looks totally amazing! Great photos! =D>
Good times indeed, and moments cherished... Life IS beautiful!
Good times indeed, and moments cherished... Life IS beautiful!
"I love the curves man... Early Bays got the curves..."
1970 Riviera: Ramona
1969 Safare Camper: Lucy - reduced to parts
1971 Deluxe Transporter: Miles - sold
1963 Bug - sold
1973 Squareback - sold
1979 Westfalia - sold
1967 Bug - sold
1971 Westfalia - sold
1970 Riviera: Ramona
1969 Safare Camper: Lucy - reduced to parts
1971 Deluxe Transporter: Miles - sold
1963 Bug - sold
1973 Squareback - sold
1979 Westfalia - sold
1967 Bug - sold
1971 Westfalia - sold
- hambone
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- Location: Portland, Ore.
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We should plan a fall trip up there, great place and close to town. Maybe even late summer.
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