On Saturday Forrest, Ezra and I and headed up to Timberline for a bit of research for our Mt. Hood climb and a conditioning hike. We climbed from Timberline lodge (elevation 5,924 ft) to the top of the Palmer Ski Lift (elevation 8,540 ft). We covered the mile and a half of hiking in a little over three hours and slid down the ski slopes in about twenty minutes!
I was pretty happy with my fitness level headed up the hill but I need to do some hiking up “Cell Tower Hill” in Philomath with some weight to make sure I’m ready for the summit push next month!
Today we took Sprocket on a little ride up into the woods. He got to run all over the place and smell all sorts of wonderful smells. We also shot the .22 pistol a couple of times and he didn’t seem to mind at all. He’s loving his life!
Forrest’s friend Daniel stopped by to visit yesterday and we decided to hit up some wineries. Sadly it’s January and there aren’t too many wineries that are open. In the end, the only new winery I got to see was Pfeiffer Vineyards.
This was one of the most hysterical vineyard experiences I’ve ever had. The couple that owns Pfeiffer was very into their wine cave and I think that they believe that they’re in Napa Valley somewhere. They had the gall to charge $20 a tasting. We went along with it because we really wanted to taste some wine. Fortunately that $20 bought you tastes of five white wines, a “pinot noir tasting clinic” of three pinots with the winery owner (HYSTERICAL but a little painful to sit and look at the yummy wine in front of me while he lectured me on the nose of the wine), and finally a merlot. And they threw in a Riedel wine glass to boot…Forrest is trying to do away with it but I’m going to try to hold on to it. 🙂 We finished off the day with some wine at the Wine Vault in Philomath.
The next time I head out I’m going to have to check out some of the wineries west of Eugene. Who’s in with me?!
We finally found a date to head south and climb Mt. Thielsen! This time we were joined not only by Ezra but by Dan, a friend Forrest made when he worked the HP auction, who was back for another go-round in Oregon.
We had an absolutely beautiful day for a climb. The trail was really well constructed and the hike up the the PCT junction seemed like a breeze! (Dan for one might argue with me a bit on this.) When I got my first good view of the mountain I couldn’t help but notice its similarities to Mt. Crumpet (of The Grinch Who Stole Christmas fame). The scramble up the summit block was so much fun! Forrest scared himself a little bit when he decided to take an alternate (read: poor choice) route up but eventually we all found ourselves standing at 9,182 ft! (9.8 miles round trip, 3782 feet elevation gain)
The view was beautiful. We could see Bachelor, South Sister, Diamond Peak, and Mt. McLaughlin, not to mention Diamond Lake and Mt. Bailey. We headed down the mountain ready to go find a place to camp and grab some dinner.
Finding a place to camp turned out to be a little harder than we’d expected as all the campgrounds on Diamond Lake were closed for the season. We wound up camping on a Forest Service Road that took off for lakes to the north…we were near the much less scenic dumping grounds for Diamond Lake Resort. We found some wood for a fire, cooked dinner, drank a couple of beers and all promptly passed out. I spent most of the night shivering in my pathetic excuse for a sleeping bag (fabulous for light summer hiking and 40 degree nights…not so great for the fall 25 degree ones) but eventually Forrest took pity on me and shared a bit of his amazing old Coleman bag.
The next morning we headed to the Diamond Lake lodge for some coffee. It was fun to sit by the huge old (1920s?) fireplace and talk to the resort workers about the resort and the area but it was soon time to head south to Crater Lake.
I’d never seen the lake and it was pretty amazing. I do have to admit that I was more enamored with the view of the super fun mountain I’d climbed the day before across the lake. We hung out in the lobby of Crater Lake lodge while eating our breakfast of bagels and checked out the display of the lodge’s history. It was a little sad to see how much it would cost to stay and eat at that beautiful place…out of this world expensive! We checked out the small visitors center, took some pictures, and decided against doing the whole rim drive to head out along the Rouge River instead.
This ended up being a fabulous idea! We got to see the pretty falls near the headwaters as well as the place where the river actually runs underground through some lava tubes (Forrest and I stood on top of it!). Just on a whim we stopped to see Mill Creek Falls and instead found ourselves at the Avenue of the Boulders. We all had a blast scrambling around the big rocks to see where we could get ourselves. Eventually we found the falls but they weren’t near as exciting as the boulders had been.
After that we headed back to Corvallis–but what an awesome October weekend!
7 National Forests#
_____________ #Siskiyou, Six Rivers, Eldorado, Tahoe, Plumas, Lassen, and Shasta National Forests
*Benton, Linn, Lane, Douglas, Josephine, and Jackson counties Oregon; Del Norte, Humboldt, Mendocino, Sonoma, Marin, San Francisco, San Mateo, Alameda, Contra Costa, Solano, Napa, Yolo, Sacramento, El Dorado, Placer, Nevada, Sierra, Plumas, Tehama, Shasta, Siskiyou counties California)
Sunday, Forrest, Ezra, Thomas, and I headed up the slopes of Mt. Washington (7,794 ft). We left Philomath about 6:30 in the morning and even I chowed down on a Egg McMuffin as we headed east. We arrived at the trail head about 8:30 and were immediately swarmed by mosquitoes.
We followed the Pacific Crest Trail south for about three miles to get to the climber’s trail–Forrest and I hiked this in a speedy 40 minutes! After that the going got slower for me as my cruise focus has dampened my exercise drive recently. Still, all things considered we made decent time to the summit block. From the base of the block to the summit was so much fun! There wasn’t anything overly technical but there was a lot of climbing and scrambling to be had.
We ate lunch at the top swarmed by flies instead of mosquitoes but the view certainly was something. To the north we could see Three Fingered Jack and Mt. Jefferson, to the south/south-east there’s the Three Sisters, and several others (I need to go over my Oregon peak picking some more with Forrest…).
The climb down was something as well. Fortunately we’d brought rope because we’d read about a sketchy area for down-climbing. Sketchy was right! We all basically lowered ourselves down the rope hand over hand while walking our feet along the nearly sheer crack we’d climbed up earlier–it was exhilarating to say the least!
From there Forrest and Thomas took off down the scree slope while Ezra and I chose the trail. We chose wrong. It was long and hot heading down across the ridge and things didn’t get much better once we reached the trees. Forrest and Thomas beat us by a good forty minutes and went swimming in Big Lake while we were still slogging down the PCT being eaten the whole way.
All in all, it was a good climb and gave me inspiration to start running again (and not only running, but running hills and running then repeatedly). Too bad it’ll all come to a halt when I get on a boat in six days…