Thursday, October 18, 2012

Weekend magic

I need to get away, he said.
Again? she asked.


So they did.
They spent the weekend at the McKenzie River Inn, a bed-and-breakfast establishment that sits right next to the McKenzie River. 


The bed was mighty uncomfortable (curse you, memory foam mattress that makes all others seem inferior) but the breakfasts cooked by the lovely innkeeper, Ellie, were fresh and delicious.


On Saturday, after a breakfast of sausage, fried potatoes, English muffins with homemade plum jam and homegrown apple cider, they shook off their aches and pains and hit the road.


Forty-five minutes up Highway 126 is Sahalie Falls.
If you get to Clear Lake, you've gone too far.


Thick, spongy moss covers everything.


He took his binoculars in hopes of bird sightings, but forgot how noisy a rushing, turbulent river can be.


A three-mile hike makes a loop down the east side of the river,


which roars and tumbles and rushes along until it cascades over Koosah Falls, 


where everything is green and misty.


Layers of green.
Moss.


Leaves.


Ferns.


The trail was, for the most part, soft and easy, covered with pine needles that were shed like tears from the trees above.


The trail crosses the river by Carmen Reservoir and heads north. 
It had been a damp and slightly drizzly day so far, but as they crossed the river the clouds lightened and the sun peeked out of the clouds.


There were curious sights along the trail.
And we are not talking about the mountain bike riders, who should be banned from the forest.

This fallen tree was completely cleaned out and hollow.


The ground is often littered with large and small basalt rocks, which were spewed from nearby Mount Belknap, which is now a mere crater for the price of its sins. Sometimes, trees grow right out of those rocks.


Behold, the root of the tree, which split the rock right down the middle.


Grotesquely formed fallen-tree roots are a common sight along the trail.


Sometimes, they are very large.


The damp forest harbours many fungus growths. This one, on the sawed off surface of a tree trunk, had a light green base with pink nodules.


These holes, near the bottom of a dead tree, were mysterious. 
They seemed to be too big for a woodpecker.


Hey Joe, this tree is pretty danged big. I don't know if we can move it.
How about we just build some steps over it instead?


The trail crosses back to the east side about half a mile north of Sahalie Falls, so they crossed it on this lovely footbridge which is made from a log.


The trail was even softer and cushier on the other side, which was just as well because her injured foot was starting to complain.


We should have brought the hiking poles, he said.


She agreed.
When they got back to the parking lot, they were hungry and so they feasted on eggs and cheese and apples and crackers.
At least we remembered to bring food, she said.
But no water.
They forgot the water.
This little chipmunk was appreciative of the cracker crumbs.


They drove south on the highway, looking for more waterfalls, but were lured by a field of basalt.


Trees, both large and small, are thriving in the rocks.


Sometimes, it's just rocks.


A left turn onto Highway 242 took them up a much narrower road to Proxy Falls, which is really two waterfalls. 


The trail is a little bi-polar.
It begins deceptively smoothly, 


but soon transforms into a rocky path through a lava bed.


They wondered how such a narrow path was ever cleared through so many large rocks.
No Google search has been able to answer the question.


A tree has to really want to live in order to survive in such an inhospitable environment.


And yet, there is beauty.


And moss!


They heard the Lower Proxy Falls long before they could see it.
And even then, they couldn't get close because he wouldn't let her climb down the cliff to get to the base of the falls.
This is one of the most photographed falls in Oregon and falls 226 feet.


A short walk and a bit of a backtrack (due to an ambiguous sign) later, they reached Upper Proxy Falls.


Another mystery.
They wondered where the water goes, as there was no outlet to the pond at the base of the falls.
When they got back to the inn, she researched a little and discovered that the water goes into a hole in the ground and resurfaces as springs a couple of miles downstream.


On the way back to the inn, hungry and weary, they wondered about the piles of brush that were lining the edges of the national forest. Even more mysterious, they were usually covered in black plastic, as if to keep them dry.


Ellie told them that they are part of a controlled burn programme.
So now you know.


The Christmas shop was too alluring, so they stopped.
They did not buy one of these large wooden chainsaw totems.
But they did buy a small raccoon ornament for their Christmas tree.


And, ever fascinated by the legend, he had to check out Big Foot.


And then they went back to the inn and ate warmed-up burritos that she had (luckily) made to take along.
And, after another uncomfortable night on the mattress from Hell, they ate another delicious breakfast of 10-grain pancakes, homegrown pears and blackberries, and bacon.
And then they went home.

Did you clear your mind, she asked?
Yes, he said.
Good, she said.


2 comments:

  1. Aaaaahh!
    I think my mind is clear after just looking at the pictures. Just gorgeous - what a beautiful place!

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  2. We took almost this exact same trip this summer while my mom was here. It was beautiful. We actually hiked down to Lower Proxy Falls with the girls, it was easier than it looked but there were lots of mosquitoes down there. I think you got a lot more pictures than we did. I love all your close ups of the terrain and such.

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