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Monday, August 30, 2010
Eagle Creek’n’Kids: How to Poop in the Woods
Last weekend we loaded up the gang and headed over the river and through the woods to Eagle Creek Trail in the Columbia River Gorge. In addition to our two girls, our good friends Keith and Erin joined us for Erin's first overnight hike ever. Jane had to sit this one. After weakening her paws on the Three Sisters Hike, she was playing fetch with my oblivious daughter and tore the pad on one of her front paws. With all the chaos on this hike, I was glad for her to be resting at home with Granno.
Eagle Creek is located about 40 miles east of Portland on Highway 84. To get there from Portland, take Exit 41 after coming out of the tunnel. The off ramp starts just as you return to day light, so don't let it sneek up on you! If you are coming from the East, you will need to take the Bonneville Dam Exit 40 and turn around. Likewise, when leaving Eagle Creek, East is the only option. Turning around at the very next exit (Cascade Lock) is easy.
This trail offers a bajillion waterfalls in the first 7 miles. I am not sure there is a trail so close to Portland with so much bang for the buck if you like waterfalls. The trail is very easy and has several spots where you can walk down to the creek to cool off in the summer. For these reasons, it is very popular. Most people turn around at about Tenas Camp, though, so it gets more serene after that.
Day 1
At 6 am we had only to pull some food items out of the freezer, toss them in Gena's pack, make like a tree and leave Tillamook. The kids suddenly had to do this and that and forgot to pack this, that, and the other thing, but we made it out of the house only a few minutes late. We hadn't finalized the decision to leave Jane until Saturday morning in case she was well enough for the easy hike that Eagle Creek offers so we still had to drop her off before we could really get out of town. After dropping puppy with Granno, we got to the main Eagle Creek parking lot just before 9 am.
The safest parking lot is on the left as soon as you get off the ramp and take a right in front of the hatchery. This is the lot where you pay for day use if you don't have a NW Forest Pass. If you are headed up overnight or for several days, you will want to leave your car or truck here as it is closest to the Park Host and therefore has much lower rates of vandalism and theft.
For a day hike you can drive further up the creek to park at one of the two lots closer to the trail head. Note the signs on both sides of the street that say, "No Parking Between Signs." You will also notice little pull-out spots in the road where you may think you can park. YOU CAN'T. The signs should say, "No Parking This Side of Street." On our way out of the forest we have seen Park Ranger Boy writing dozens of tickets. This can turn a $5 trail visit day into that plus $125 for illegal parking. Don't be that guy!
So we got geared up and hit the trail. When we planned this trip several months ago, we thought we would be able to camp at Wahtum lake with the girls on this trip. Last year we had camped at 7 ½ mile camp for their first-ever overnight hike. This year we planned on taking them on several more leading up to this one, building them up for almost double the distance. Being a blended family, our kids are gone about every other week in the summer and stay very busy. This business, however, seems to include a lot of couch time and not enough fitness time so we didn't think them ready for 26 miles in two day. There are some campsites about another three miles up trail 440 towards Wahtum Lake along the tributaries of the East fork that we thought we would be able to push them to.
This was Erin's first ever overnighter!! As such, she was new to her pack and her shoes, while she had been wearing them on walks, were also new to the trail. For the first little while we were stopping every 15 minutes or so to adjust her pack looking for that sweet spot that every backpacker knows. I don't think we ever found it, leaving me to con clued that hers is the wrong pack for her.
We stopped at the overlooks to several of the waterfalls including Metlako, and the Punchbowl twins, but we didn't hike down into them. These can be done on a day hike, so we decided to save our calories and push on as far as we could early in the day.
About Tenas Camp (3.7 miles), we were ready for lunch and knew the perfect spot on top of a waterfall. There are two ways to get to this fall and one is through a campsite. Some people were resting at this campsite but we figured we could walk down through the site to our chosen lunch spot. NOPE! They had a buddy who had to use a tree! Understanding the urgency when nature calls, we gave their friend all the time he needed and waited for him to come back up the hill so we could walk down to the falls. It seems we gave him enough time to take care of the business and the paperwork but not enough time to bury his own scat! Thinking back, he was without a shovel or trowel and looked urban enough to forget that our ancestors knew how to use fancy tools like sticks to accomplish certain tasks. There on the edge of a campsite were his poop and paper for the world to see! How special.
We didn't let it get to us as we are sure the world is full of people who need to learn certain facts such as: When on a trail frequented by thousands of people every weekend, you should bury your turds. If half of the visitors here didn't do that, this would be a shitty trail instead of the piece of beauty I am sure he came here to enjoy. Don't ruin it for everyone else.
So we had lunch on INSERT NAME OF FALLS which consisted of a variety of jerky, cookies, and trail mix. Without close scrutiny, the kids went right to all the things they wanted NOW with no consideration to what they would eat tomorrow. You have to learn some things the hard way, so I let'em! I figure they aren't going to learn if I never let'em fail. Tomorrow they would have no cheese and cracker packets. Sad.
We were collecting our things, about to leave our lunch spot so Gena took Nicole up to use a bush. Carefully using her experienced eye, Gena found the perfect tree for little miss Nicole to hide behind to leave a tinkle. When Nicole had finished, I guess she didn't want to pull up her pants near where she peed, so she hobbled around the tree and stood up. Gena told her, "Um, the trail is right there!" Panic stricken, Nicole froze. I think this is residual instinct from when man shared the earth with larger predators who might not be able to see you so long as you didn't pull up your pants… I think tyrannosaurus was one such predator. Gena reminded Nicole, "Well pull up your pants!!" Nicole complied.
Nicole is learning more every hike. On the Tamanawaus Falls hike she peed all over the bag containing the toilet paper. I guess our residual instincts on this skill are patchy at best. At least the roll of TP was in a plastic bag so the rest of the crew could avoid using leave, branches, and pine cones.
Some of you may remember I thought I was fighting a case of the Beaver Fever through this hike. A couple miles after lunch, nature was giving me a call. "Who has the paper?" Wouldn't you know we were on a segment of trail with no easy way to get off the trail and behind some suitable concealment. Keep walking. Flex cheeks. Keep walking. There!
Gena tells me, "You know as a girl, that tree looks like a great spot to squat behind."
"Good eye. I will catch up with you soon."
I had to scramble up a fairly steep hill to get behind an old dead piece of old growth that would likely not benefit from my fertilizer. My stomach was starting to sound like an old percolator coffee pot so I decided the trowel too slow and dug a hole with my boot, dropped trow and hunkered down. Burying my work with several inches of dirt and rotten old growth, I donned my pack and started hiking at a trot… or should I say jog.
I was just whooped. I suddenly felt tired, dehydrated, winded, and in a state of general malaise. I caught the team at Tunnel Falls. Gorgeous. Just around the corner from Tunnel Falls is a little section of creek bank perfect for resting already tired feet. Seems all the girls except for Gena already had tired feet. It wasn't my feet that were tired, but I took the opportunity to catch a quick power nap.
As we were getting to 7 ½ Mile Camp it was clear that there were many pairs of sore feet. Gena and I decided that for social reasons, and in pitty of my rotting gut, we could go ahead and camp here for the night. After exploring what all campsites there were in this area, we settled on one close to the water with enough room for some room between out three tents.
I had to lay down again.
When camp was set, we decided to walk up stream for a while. Keith, Natalie and I decided this meant jumping from rock to rock trying not to fall into the drink. Eventually, I fell into the drink… It was bound to happen. I seem to push it until it happens!
For dinner we tried something new: we packed in hot dogs and buns. Not a great use of space, but since we were only doing one night, we thought it would be fun.
This weekend was also Erin's birthday, so we hiked in an apple pie courtesy of Granno. I mentioned the Freezer right? Freezing a baked pie and a bag of wieners worked out very well for an overnight hike like this. I wouldn't likely do it for a longer hike where weight was more of a concern or if we needed the pack space for more important gear. For this, though, PERFECT! The dogs were still cold and the pie was even still lightly frozen in the center! Were it a hotter day I am sure Gena would have appreciated the ice box on her back!
I was starting to feel more ill. The rest of the team sat down to play some Yahtzee but I decided just to watch as I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to last a full game. I was right.
Bidding a good night to the crew, I went to bed early. That night I would sweat through my clothes and my sleeping bag, wake in the night to pee, stumbling like a drunken sailor by the red l.e.d. of my headlamp, and fall back to sleep to dry my clothes by body heat. With a chance of rain forecasted, I was not surprised to find our tent wet in the morning. I was surprised to find mine the ONLY WET TENT!! I had sweated so bad that our tent was wet! There was no rain. I felt better in the morning.
Day 2
Waking in the morning when you are hiking with kids is always an adventure requiring more work than if you were with self-sufficient adults. Little hands lack strength to do things like tightly rolling sleeping bags, stuffing those bags into tight little mini-backpacks, and properly folding and stowing tents. That's the usual that you can expect. You can also expect to call them when hot cocoa is ready, then have them doddle until it is cold, complaining that it isn't hot enough. Of course, if they don't doddle, it's too hot! A battle I am finally laughing off. J
Aside from the usual, you may expect there to be minor issues with biological functions. On the Tamanawaus Falls hike, Natalie woke in the morning, whispering to Mom to, "Come'eer!"
"Closer."
Mom Crawled closer under the awning of the orange Hiker Biker tent the kids were in.
"You see that wet spot there? I peed there last night."
The "spot" was right where Gena was standing. In the night, Nat couldn't make it all the way out of the tent. While she swears she didn't pee ON the tent, it took two washings to get the smell of pee out of the fabric around the door! Similar story of the sleeping bag… Some say, "Don't pee where you sleep." I thought this was basic common sense. Not So! You aren't born knowing these things!
So back to day 2 of the Eagle Creek hike!
Knowing that the kids had "laid some brown eggs" nearby, she set out with the trowel to make sure all was properly buried. When doing this, it makes sense that you should be able to look for the obvious white paper atop melted eggs. Knowing about where to look, she scoured the area… nothing. Finally she looked up; paper hanging from a branch. Little Bits had apparently wiped and tossed the paper behind her with no concern for where it would land. Perhaps she thought the squirrels would like to see their trees decorated with brown stained white paper? Not sure. Can't get a straight answer through the giggles on that one!
Gena did her best to swat the paper off the branch with the little orange spade, then buried it but couldn't find the actual poo… until she got back to the tent where I was tearing down. First she thought she smelled it on her hand. Then she thought she was being paranoid. She smelled it again. Look around… Human poo seems harder to get out of boot tread that the usual dog or cattle that most people step in. It would take her a half hour to fix that mess.
I would like to take this opportunity to promote a handy little field guide called, "How to Shit in the Woods" by Kathleen Meyer. She covers these and many more points in much better detail with many points from many rafting trips, hikes, and other outdoor adventures.
After all of these shenanigans, the hike out seemed very fast. I don't think we stopped for food or water. Gena had thoughts of hiking the kids the mile in to Wahclella Falls south of Bonneville Dam. As we neared the bottom, however, Nicole's feet were sore so we decided to head to Red Robin to reward the kids with just about their favorite restaurant.
Gathered outside Red Robin's after eating a good burger, Nicole thought she heard a song she liked back inside so she hastily opened the industrial door. Her calculations of the door's swing must have been off because the door opened on a collision course with her foot. This might not have been a problem but for her non-protective flip-flops. Right away it was noticeable that the door had partially folded the toe nail back on her big toe and removed a few layers of skin higher on the same toe.
"BLOODY MURDER, BLOODY MURDER!!"
I would have cried too! That looked painful!! Fortunately the first aid kit was just a short carry to the tailgate of our truck where we got her patched up. She really handled it like a trooper once we got some Neosporin +Pain Relief on it and a couple of bandages.
So this was year two of my kids' backpacking education. We have some things to work on still, but I think they are going to make it. Hiking with kids is far from easy (I suggest ear plugs) but if you like hiking and backpacking, then the sooner you can get them into it, the more you can do it WITH THEM! Remember that they will not know many of the things you take for granted. They will take baby steps all over again.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Wahtum Lake Hike 5/29-30
This was our first over-night hike for the club. We started with six people but one knew he would only be doing a day hike with us. Five of us made the full trip.
The hike up Eagle Creek was as beautiful as I have come to expect from this area. If you haven't see it, you must. Make sure you plan a day of it and hike all the way to Tunnel Falls before turning around. Tunnel Falls is about the seven mile mark so at two miles per hour you can make it there and back in seven hours. Pack a lunch, there is plenty of water in the creeks.
Our team was getting pretty fatigued by the time we were getting to Wahtum Lake, about 13 miles up and 3700 feet in elevation. As we got close a pair of hikers had apparently turned around due to snow and were warning us of the same. Ten minutes later another pack of hikers that we had been leap-frogging all day had turned around for the same reason. Looking at trail reports on portlandhikers.com, I knew there was some snow. Reports were that it was pretty thin except for some drifts. We decided to press on.
At Wahtum Lake we found one campsite right away but it would have been a little tight for the four tents we needed to pitch. I ran up the hill a ways on the PCT short-cut trail and found a better one. Cross the creek at the west end of the lake and head up the hill. At the second switch-back to the left, look to your right for the large stone fire pit; it's about 12 meters in over a little bluff. The fire pit here has places to sit made of stones. VERY FUN!
Second day we headed up the PCT short-cut trail toward Chinidere Mountain. This is a steep climb and you may have to carry extra water from the lake if the creek that runs past this area dries up in the late summer. A few miles north of Chinidere Mountain is a little clifftop view point that you have to see.
At Benson Plateau, we turned west and proceeded down Ruckel Ridge. This trail is brutal on everything from your toes to your hips and is not an encouraging trail for new hikers.
Our overall average was 1.8 miles per hour which is pretty good for 26 miles in two days with unseasoned legs. The team did such a great job with the lessons learned that I think I will let them share their thoughts below.
From Chuck:
First I want to let everyone know what an awesome hike they missed! Even though we had to alter course and take a shorter route, it was just as spectacular as the original plan. I also wanted to give props to Scott for slugging it out with the trail. "Show that trail who's boss." These skills you're learning now, you'll be able to get your son out one of these days. I'm hoping to do the same with my daughter.
Keith, you kept up a great attitude for the whole trip, which can be a great relief when one is only able to fixate on the pain. I think this trip really let everyone know exactly where they stand against Gena. I think she was a mountain goat in another life! She was basically running up the trail for the entire time! My quads are still reeling from trying to keep up.
I also wanted to thank Jeff for leadership, comic relief, conversations, and someone to judge my fitness level off of. I don't think I saw him or Gena sweat once!
So, things I learned on this trip, yes, I'm still learning, and everyone that hikes will always be.
1) Be able to adapt to what comes our way. It was good that we were thinking ahead and taking in the team's consideration about altering course on Sunday. I think everyone will agree, that going the other way would have sucked; however, I still would have done it.
2) Lots of breaks, not big breaks, but time to catch your breath and deliberately take in some calories and liquid. I have had some bad experiences in the past where I consistently just keep marching on to get to the end and fail to stay hydrated. I fail because I don't take the time to eat and drink something, so once at the end, I've hit the wall and am pretty much useless. With our pace on this hike, it was good that we could take quick breaks along the way to rehydrate and get some fuel ie calories.
3) We are a team, so we have to operate as one. This was the largest overnight hike I have ever been on. We had different skill levels and we had to adjust for it. I guess this is just like #1, but it is important. It will also give us a guage as to what to expect on future hikes. That segways into my next "A-ha!"
4) I am not as in as good of shape as I thought I was. I have to seriously begin a much tougher conditioning program. I thought running 4 miles once or twice a week would be good. I think my cardio is ok, but carrying the pack, I definitely know my muscles got worked over. So, my goal is to hike more with the pack, workout more, and get a little leaner before the next hike.
I think everyone is aware I won't be able to make the father's day hike, but should be able to do the next one after that.
Also, Jeff, I spoke with Tyson about the Timberline trail, and he thinks we will be fine as far as snow level and water sources on the mtn. He said late July is great since there will be good runnoff and the snow should have melted off the trail by then.
If I think of anything else I'll let you know.
From Scott:
I'm alive! Actually, I am pretty sore and I will fully admit that the hike got me thinking more and more about my readiness levels. I know I complained on the trail a bit, and I'll admit it - it kicked my ass, but I do hope that some of it came across as "comic relief". The trail was challenging, but we all accomplished it - that certainly counts for something. Thanks for standing by me as well, it was and is appreciated.
On the other hand, something else I noticed on the hike. This isn't just for fitness or to say we accomplished something. I'd prefer to remember more of the trip, more details. Many times I found myself focusing on the trail ahead of me and not on what surrounded us. We hiked through some amazing areas and I'm pretty sure we all missed plenty of great things - I'm sure I did. Would like to have more chances to "stop and smell the roses". Part of what got me interested in hiking (besides the fitness and accomplishments) was the photos that I saw of Jeff and Gena's hikes. They've seen some things that many people will never see in their lifetime - because they wouldn't go look. Hiking is a great way to see Oregon and the beauty it has to offer. I want to enjoy it while I'm there, not just from the pictures that we manage to take on the way.
Anyways, off of my soapbox now. Maybe this is my legs aching or a result of only taking 33 pics, or the idea that I still wonder how much wildlife we missed as I stared at the trail in front of me. :) Btw, No blisters!
Some of you have seen this on facebook, but I wanted to share it with the rest of you.
From Chuck:
Thats a great pic! I would love to get a high quality file if possible. I just downloaded a few that I took. Some of the better ones I've attached here. I didn't downsize these, they were taken at around 1MB each.
I also agree with stopping and the smelling the roses. It is good to take your time and enjoy the scenery while you're there. One of my geology professors in college has this discussion when we visited Death Valley. He said that he had been taking classes there for 30 years and every year, he would get responses from other people/tourists that would stop and ask,"what are you looking at, its nothing but desert out here" as he and his class were parked on the side of the road learning of the ecology of the desert.
Your wildlife concern was also valid. As I stated in my previous email, this is the largest group I've ever been hiking with and one of the things I noticed was how loud we were, compared to the forest. I know we were yelling and making a shit ton of noise; but, you will not see wildlife if everyone is talking at normal levels. You pretty much have to be reserved, whisper even, and keep a sharp eye. I do know that we will never have to worry about bears if we hike like we did this weekend. Any wildlife would have heard us from a mile away. I guess its the hunter in me.
Good job on the blister control. If nothing else, your boots are broken in now!
Great notes, guys, thanks!
All I can add is fire tinder. We found some pretty dry wood from a recent blow-down but we couldn't get it to stay lit without constant fanning. We had one candle, several cotton tinder sources, we just couldn't get it to spark. The weather has been very wet lately so it should be expected. I will be experimenting with some new tinder sources for Pacific NW weather.
This area is so hiked that wildlife is seldom seen save migrating birds and small scurrying rodents. Since this was our first trip, all the chatter should be expected as we get to know one-another. Perhaps on the next trip we will aim to move more quietly. It will be about the same distance, but in an area much less traveled so there should be increased chance of wildlife. Details to follow. I am looking forward to my Texas cousin joining us for that one.
As for the views, we should always stop more. I could sit and look out over a ridge line for an hour just studying the terrain, vegetation, and looking for wildlife. Right now we are in the work-ups phase. We need to be able to break 13 miles per day to be successful on our Mt. Hood Hike later this summer. We did that for two days on this trip. We will do it again for two days next trip. Remember the Hood Hike will require this for three days. Once we do that, we will be able to smell all the roses we want and will know we have the skills and strength to make it home as planned.
Next hike: Battle Ax to Bagby Hot Springs. Green Trails Map #524 if you want a head start.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Lost on Tanner Butte
I referenced this story in my post yesterday on Eagle Creek to Eaton Ridge. It didn't happen recently; this was in May 2009. It was a valuable learning experience that not everyone needs to have.
We set off on our adventure from Eagle Creek. It seems like this has been our training ground as we have gotten into hiking and backpacking with little other than a stack of maps, two hiking books, and slowly building our gear list. We have learned by this point that Eagle Creek Campground is about the safest parking lot in the recreational area.
Not that it's relevant, but here are our pack weights:
- Jeff: 44lbs
- Gena: 30.5lbs
- Jane: Food + 140oz H2P
Left Trailhead about noon after getting Gena's hip belt replaced on her new REI Venus Pack. Have I stressed how great the service, returns, and selection is at REI?
We hadn't been hiking for more than 15 minutes when we hit an unexpected fork in the trail that required us to break out our map and make sure we were on the right path. As we left from there, I left my poles on a bench. 15 minutes after that, and about 500ft more in elevation, I would remember, set down my pack, and jog back to get them. Then jog back up! When I got there, some guy was checking out my poles!
When I got back to Gena and my pack, I broke out my Camelbak to get a drink. It was empty. The odd thing is that I still can't figure out where the water went! It seems like the bite valve must have been pinched and the water leaked out, but nothing in my pack was wet! Fortunately, Gena had some for me and a creek was just around the corner, up the hill from Bonneville. Damn.
The hike up was beautiful. I good length of the trail above Bonneville is more of a fire road. The turn off from there to the top of Tanner Butte hosts a beautiful little creek with some waterfalls, etc. It's like a little pocket oasis. Check the pics on Flickr via the link at the bottom of this post. The climb up from here was pretty steep for pretty far. We took many breaks.
At 3000ft we hit our first sizeable snow patch that covered and caused us to lose the trail. We stopped for a good family photo. Eventually, we found the trail on the other side of the snow deposit. There were a few sections in this snow deposit where you could drop a leg trough into a hollow pocket next to a log or brush. You want to watch for those things.
About 3500ft, the trail was lost. Fortunately, this is at the base of the main butte structure. We had a steep slope down to the left and a gradual slope down to the right; both clearly identifiable on the topo map. To add to our confidence, we had sporadic tracks of previous hikers to follow. We knew we would reach the top of the butte even in the snow and the cool was kind of nice after the vicious uphill an hour ago.
After enjoying the view at the top for a while, we thought about turning back. We noticed on our map (which we downloaded off a USFS site) that the trail to the top forked in from the main trail so all we had to do to find it was backtrack a little and drop down the shallow slope side of the hill. When we found the sort of clearing indicative of a trail that was still covered in snow, I thought about returning to Dublin Lake. We didn't want to waste the trip, however, so we pressed on with only map and compass.
My handy barometric altimeter is pretty accurate if I calibrate it at known points periodically. It kept telling me that we should have reached the main trail 200ft ago, then 400ft ago, then 600ft ago… We kept on our downward journey.
At one point, we came to a large steep snow deposit… but the best way down seemed to be across the snow surface. We each had a pole at this point to feel the snow in front of us, and I went first as I weigh the most. As we got near the bottom of the snow patch, and what seemed to be the last of the snow for the trip, I could tell it was getting dangerous: the snow patch was resting atop brush at this point.
Suddenly I heard a crash and look back as Gena let out a yelp. Her leg had penetrated the sheet of snow and ice. The loss of balance caused by fatigue and a heavy pack spun her around backwards but her foot was locked in the brush pointing the wrong direction. I dropped my pack and scurried up to help. I got her pack off of her and spun her around proper so I could assess the knee; probably sprained. We packed ice around it while I got to the first aid kit to pop some vitamin-M and wrap the knee. We had to get off this hill.
Once we were off the ice and snow, the scramble through the brush and thorns was easier. IT WAS STILL HARD, just easier. When the sun went down, we donned our headlamps and continued until about 11pm. It was too late, too dark, and we were too fatigued to continue.
We found a log against a couple of trees that provided a rest against the relentlessly steep down slope of the hill. After laying out a tarp and securing it to some trees uphill from us to insulate us from ground moisture, we pulled out sleeping bags and climbed inside. This was our shelter for the night. Gena elevated her leg onto the log jam and her pack to help keep the swelling at bay, and took another Motrin.
As the sun started to rise we packed up and started down the hill again. We should have found the trail 1600ft ago. We were next to a creek that could have been one of two on our map. If we could follow it to where it poured into Tanner Creek, we would be fine… and should find the main trail!
100ft from where we camped for the night were signs of coyote activity… probably months old. 100yards from that was a bear nest. The bear was likely spooked by us, but shouldn't be too far away. Keep moving. Gena's leg was hurt. Jane was hurt all over, but dogs don't feel pity. Once suitably far away from the bear nest, but in a particularly difficult to navigate section of marshy swamp area, I left Gena with the packs and the gun so I could recon a way out of here. Only a few minutes later I found a deer trail that led us to the main trail.
Looking at the map, ignoring user added features (the red dotted line that some guy suggested was the trail), we figured about where we must be. We thought it may be easier to try and continue to Eagle Creek to enjoy the gradual downhill shot straight back to our truck. That trail was over grown and we eventually lost it. I would like to go try to carve/mark it out when we aren't injured.
We decided to follow the main trail out before the leg completely locked up. The hike back was along that small bit of trail that later merged back to the main fire road. From here, all was pretty manageable. But Gena was still really hurt and I was pretty fatigued; mostly just worried about her leg and Jane's raw skin and paws. The hike out was beautiful, despite the pain.
Jane had a pack but I hadn't yet figured out how to set the straps properly. As a result, she got terribly chaffed from the pack sliding around. Her feet also got torn up pretty bad from all the back country brush and thorns. I feel like an idiot for both. I used to cowboy a little in my early 20's. Why wouldn't I set a dog's pack the same as a saddle? I eventually did just that, tightened the chest and flank straps until they were a little more than snug, and have had no problem since. I haven't gotten boots for her yet, but they are on the want-list. In the mean time, I limit our off-trail or hot, sharp rock hikes. I will be picking these boots out before our Hood Hike this summer. I have also found it helpful to let Jane have a cut up shirt to sleep in. I can't put it on her in the day as it chaffs her, but at night it helps keep her toasty warm!
After the hike, Gena went to her usual doctor in town who wanted x-rays and a list of other expensive traditional treatment. She decided instead to visit the family's Chiropractor who had her feeling better in about a half hour. I have never been a fan of chiropractic medicine until I met this guy. I may have someone else write up a detailed review of the different methodologies of chiropractic medicine. For now, let me just say there are a few bone crackers out there. Then there are professionals who know the nervous system and musculoskeletal structure like nobody's business. These guys are awesome and everyone should see one periodically. I need to do that myself so don't feel bad.
Gena's knee was still weak until… are you ready for this? …until we got back into P90X and even started INSANITY! No kiddin'! I am not just selling stuff here! It was awesome! She had to wear a knee brace most of the year until recently. Craziness.
Lessons Learned:
- Don't trust user added features on a topo map. They may be roughin' it.
- Don't hike over/though late season snow deposits. You may get injured or worse.
- If you're not sure, turn back while you can still follow your tracks.
- Carry gloves suitable for cold and thorns.
- Have the right gear for your dog and know how to use it.
- Camelbaks are a good tool for some things but keep the bite valve where you can see it.
- Electric Compasses are not as reliable as real compasses; neither are good near power lines.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Eagle Creek to Eaton Ridge
Our planned three day, first season hike was cut short by rain. Still, we had a blast and look forward to the next. Will you join us?
Plan A: Depart Eagle Creek Campground, head east to Eaton Ridge, South to Wahtum Lake, and return via Eagle Creek.
Plan B (incase of snow which we assumed about 4000ft on Eaton Ridge): Backtrack North to Trail 410 or 476, drop into Herman Creek, loop around to Benson Plateau, drop into Eagle Creek via trial 434, and return to Eagle Creek Campground.
My coffee pot broke during finals week due likely to overuse and my pouring water into an already hot coffee pot. The little light would still come on, but the pump and the heater were no more. I will miss you dear coffee pot!
So that morning I settled for an instant coffee packet that I usually reserve for morning backpacking use. A stomach ache began to set in that I figured would pass… but it didn't.
Truck loaded, relatives notified of our plan, and Jane excited, we hit the road out of Tillamook about 6am. Weather was supposed to have some scattered showers, but nothing we hadn't been through.
The stomach ache persisted to IHOP where we thought we would get a good high-calorie breakfast before hitting the trail. I stuffed everything I could on top of that stomach ache. By the time we got to Eagle Creek, it was so bad I was afraid we may need to wait… or worse, cancel after driving for two-and-a-half hours!
I decided to gear up and see if walking would make it feel better. It did.
Packed heavy for rain, pack weights were as follows:
- Jeff: 40.5lbs
- Gena: 28.5lbs
- GI Jane: 7.5lbs (her food, our ponchos)
At 1000 we headed east on Trail 400 along highway 84. This trail is mostly blacktop along the historical Columbia River Highway. It is very pretty, but the sound of the more modern freeway gets old to me. I prefer to get out into the woods and away from this sort of noise and into the clean air as soon as possible on a hike.
By Noon we made it to Dry Creek Falls. Eagle Creek camp to Dry Creek Falls would be a worthy day hike if you are interested in rolling terrain without any major hills and want to see a new waterfall. The columnar basalt formations under the pillow basalt with the tall narrow water fall dropping out from high above is very pretty. You can drive to it from Cascade Locks, but I would rather walk it. This part of the trail is after Trail 400 turns onto 2000, the Pacific Crest Trail.
We broke for lunch about 1:30pm where the Pacific Crest Trail forks toward Benson Plateau. Instead, we headed south toward Herman Creek via trail 406E. Herman Creek is beautiful and very green this time of year. On the way back, we learned the bridge makes a great shelter under which to eat lunch when precip is raining on your parade.
From Herman Creek we hiked our way to trail 408 and began our long slow ascent up to Deadwood Camp. The first part of this trail is more of a gravel road as indicated on the map. Later, however, it turns into the narrow, well groomed trail the area is known for, but it climbs, and climbs, and climbs. We won't be taking our kids on this one anytime soon, but for the rest of Plan A, it would have been fine. Water could have become an issue here as we were packing light and counting on creeks and springs for water. There is a creek bed marked on the map between Herman Cr. And Gray's Cr. But we found it dry. Grays Creek at Deadwood camp may also be a concern in the late summer. It was very shallow this time of year so I have to wonder how much water will be there in late summer.
One interesting feature of Deadwood camp is that the cell phones worked! We used this to check the weather forecast the morning after the "chance of rain" meant "over "100% chance of rain."
Part of that is that we were using a new tent. We had found the Gigatent Recon 2 online for around $50 and thought, "Wow! What a Deal!" Turns out you get what you pay for with this thing. It leaked at every zipper despite reassuring fabric flaps over the zippers. The rain-fly dripped water through the zippers all over my pack and gear that I left out in one vestibule. I have an email into the vendor to see what they will do for return/exchange. For now, let me say the Gigatent Recon 2 is a great price for dry weather camping. The materials seem durable and the square footage is excellent. The weight is a little heavy; I don't know how the spec sheet gets 6lbs, 3oz. I couldn't get that if I was removing all the tent stakes. Call packed weight closer to 7lbs 6oz.
We woke up a little before sunrise to strike camp and continue on with Plan A. We shook the water off everything as best as we could, loaded, had some P90X nutrition bars for a quick snack, figuring we would stop for some oatmeal later. At 3200 feet we saw our first signs of snow but nothing to be concerned with. At 3500ft, it got more interesting. Visibility was gone as we were in the stratus cloud. The snow was not likely from the previous night, but was covering the trail just the same. About 50 meters passed the photo below, was a spot on the trail that was snowed over on a steep slope and we couldn't see where the trail was on the other side. Learning from a Tanner Butte experience last year, we decided to turn around. About this time, we also noticed Gena's jacket was wet all the way through.
At Deadwood camp (again) we had some hot oatmeal to warm us from the inside. So much of the gear was wet, including so much of Gena's clothing, damp sleeping bags, etc. we decided to call our trip and head back to the truck.
This time we left Deadwood camp heading west at about 1030. Being down hill, we figured we could make the 13 miles back to the truck by 5pm. We had some extra weight due to water, but had eaten some of our food weight, and it was mostly downhill… but we were fatigued from yesterday. The rain continued to pound on us. We had to keep moving the rest of the time despite our Navy issue ponchos because Gena was wet underneath the poncho! We had to eat lunch under the Herman Creek Bridge at about 1:45pm, and then get back to moving. Just after 3pm, where the trail crosses the power lines above Cascade Locks west of Dry Creek, the sun came out. Poor Jane would have to carry wet ponchos.
This was our first overnighter for the season. As such, feet and major muscle groups fatigued easier than assumed. After several breaks, we made it back to the truck about 5:15pm as the rain was picking up again.
Finishing pack weights were as follows:
- Jeff: 42.5lbs
- Gena: 30.5lbs
- GI Jane: 9lbs (her food, our ponchos)
All in all, this was a great first hike for the season. We tested our gear, our wits, and our training. We identified several weaknesses that will be fixed before the next hike… This is Wednesday afternoon! Ok, that one won't be an overnighter, but we are carrying near full packs for physical training purposes.
See you outside!
Photos on Flickr.

