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Of course it's raining and the Off Highway Vehicle areas are once again open to motorcycles - our vacation is over. Last week we were on vacation and originally planned to play in the dirt. Those plans were foiled when the OHV areas were closed. Our plan B was to go explore the Oregon Caves National Monument located in Cave Junction, Oregon located off Highway 199. A nice bit of twisty road that runs between Grass Pants Grants Pass, Oregon to Crescent City, California. Those plans were foiled as well when a new forest fire burst forth between Cave Junction and Grants Pass.
We opted to stay close to home and have a "staycation". Mountain bikes were walked ridden, and mountains were hiked. We even managed to squeeze in a visit with our new nephew Max and my brother and sister-in-law.
Here are some tales and photos from those adventures.
MOUNTAIN BIKING
On Thursday September 11th, Troubadour thought it was a good day for riding the bicycles. I agreed. We hadn't really ridden them since our ride around Dorena Lake. A new mountain bike trail had opened at Alsea Falls, about 25 miles from the house. We loaded the bikes onto the car and headed out.
From the trailhead it was a 3 mile incline up a forest service road to the beginning of the bike trails. A 1,000 ft in elevation gain.
We walked a portion of the road. I was just recovering from a chest cold and the incline was not helping my breathing.
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| (Alsea Falls Trailhead) |
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| (Waiting to start the Highballer) |
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| (Photo by Troubadour) |
I like to joke and say I took my bike out for a walk that day. I did ride parts of the Highballer, but it was a little extreme for my hybrid bike and I walked down most of it, stopping periodically for pictures or when I dropped the bike and fell over. Yes, leave it to me to fall over when walking the bike downhill.
The following three pictures are some of the switchbacks from the Highballer. All three photos by Troubadour.
On one particularly high banked switchbacks the bike started to slide and I gave it a hearty shove in frustration. Bad words might have been said. Unfortunately it popped the front brake clip and bent it a little. Troubadour came to the rescue and fixed it for me.
A little bit of fun on the way down was spotting the two gnomes. Of course I had to stop for pictures.
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| (Gnome One and a bit of trail) |
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| (Close up of Gnome One) |
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| (Troubadour and Gnome Two) |
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| (Close up of Gnome Two) |
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| (A bit of the trail - very dry hard packed dirt) |
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| (Looking back at the end/bottom of the Highballer) |
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| (Start of the Springboard) |
We were having so much fun we didn't stop for any pictures until we came to this little wooden boardwalk.
The Springboard ended and I believe we took a bit of the Dutchman trail back towards the car. A rapid and smooth descent. We came to a small bridge and stopped for a look.
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| (Wasn't much water in the creek) |
HIKING
Two days later on Saturday the 13th we decided to go for a hike up Mary's Peak. The highest peak in the coastal range. For some reason I thought we would drive the 20 miles or so to the observation point parking lot off of Highway 34 and hike the 1-2 mile meadow loop to the lookout.
Troubadour had other ideas. A map we'd purchased several weeks ago showed a trailhead off Woods Creek Road in Philomath. From there you could hike up the north ridge of the mountain to the parking lot. Sure, sounds like fun.
Now, when I say hike up the side of a mountain, I literally mean switchbacks cut into the side of a mountain. There was a 2,000 ft elevation gain in the 4.5 mile walk up.
It was a long walk that took 2 hours. We walked through second growth forests away from the ferns and chirping birds to areas with no undergrowth and no other wildlife. We only saw 6 other people the entire way up.
One mile from the parking lot up top, where the trail splits, is a wooden bench. We took a wee break.
We emerged at the parking lot to the 3770 ft elevation sign.
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| (Hiking the North Ridge of Mary's Peak) |
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| (Troubadour found a walking stick for part of the way up) |
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| (One more mile to go) |
We'd made it. It felt odd to be in the parking lot without the motorcycles. We relaxed for half an hour, ate Cliff bars for energy, and waited for the ice cubes in the camelbak to thaw in the sunshine so we'd have sufficient water for the hike back down.
We took in the hazy views of the valley. The valley was quite smoky for a week or two because of the forest fires around the State.
The return trip down didn't quite take 2 hours. It was harder on the legs than the walk up. At one point Troubadour found us both sturdy sticks to ease the descent. He'd left his previous one beside the trail before reaching the top.
At one point walking down, we stopped in our tracks. Troubadour noticed something we'd missed on the way up. A partial piece of log stuck in a tree. A lot of trees were uprooted during the storms of last year and the weight of the snow, but this was the first one we'd see with large pieces lodged in another tree on the way down.
It was 6:30 pm by the time we reached the car and we were the last ones to leave for the day. Walking through the shady trees gave the appearance of it being later than it was. Once out of the woods we returned to sunshine.
At one point walking down, we stopped in our tracks. Troubadour noticed something we'd missed on the way up. A partial piece of log stuck in a tree. A lot of trees were uprooted during the storms of last year and the weight of the snow, but this was the first one we'd see with large pieces lodged in another tree on the way down.
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| (With me for size reference) |
FAMILY TIME
My brother's family lives on the Oregon Coast, south of us. They only live 2.5 hours away but we don't see each other often. We decided to meet on Sunday in Florence for lunch and then head to the beach. We had every intention of riding the motorcycles down there, but after the 9 miles of hiking the previous day our knees wouldn't take it. So, we took the trusty Subaru and the kites along with us.
After lunch at the Bridgewater we headed north to Heceta Beach to relax. It was a beautiful day at the coast. Brilliant sunshine, 70 degrees, and no wind. So rare to be at the coast with no wind. Not even enough to fly the parafoil kite.
We visited with T&T and played with little Max (6 months old) until late afternoon/early evening and headed home. All pictures blatantly stolen from Mrs T's facebook page.
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| (Me, Mrs T, and little Max) |
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| (Me, Mr. T, and little Max) |
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| (Little Maximilian wouldn't look at the camera on the beach so I had to rob another pic) |
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Last Monday we found out about Bobskoot and that set the tone for the next few days. We didn't do much beyond shake our heads and do some yard work.
Saturday came and we did ride to coffee. Ta-da - I still remembered how.
Monday the 22nd, it was back to work.
I got a great surprise yesterday when I found out that Pat, aka Scooterchick and her hubby Chris, aka Scootard were coming through on their way south. I had the pleasure of their company for lunch at Laughing Planet. Of course, I didn't have my camera with me, but luckily they did and I have shamelessly stolen the following two pics from Pat's blog. They get full credit for both pics though.
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| (Selfie from Pat's phone) |
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| (Pat took a picture of Chris and I with her camera) |
And this weekend we get to visit with RichardM. Hooray for blogger meet ups.
- Au Revoir
" Magnificent Autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds. He comes not like a hermit, clad in gray. But he comes like a warrior, with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent.... The wind.... wafts to us the odor of forest leaves, that hang wilted on the dripping branches, or drop into the stream. Their gorgeous tints are gone, as if the autumnal rains had washed them out. Orange, yellow, and scarlet, all are changed to one melancholy russet hue.... There is a melancholy and continual roar in the tops of the tall pines.... It is the funeral anthem of the dying year." ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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