I joined an Eastern Oregon KLR gang for a day

Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Day Trippin'' started by Jason Abbott, Nov 8, 2011.

  1. Jason Abbott

    Jason Abbott Long time Idaho rider

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    <div style="font: normal normal 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Sans-Serif;line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0;"><p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Lights wrapped in delicate bubbles of blown orange glass hang from thin wires, casting a warm glow over the block letter menu board. I don’t see what I want so I ask the lady behind the counter, “can you make me a Mexican Mocha?”</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“Sure,” she answers cheerfully.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="KLR Klub" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6225/6299894339_90d6b03d77_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The ride over from Boise was invigorating, my hands like a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_N'_Tasty#History">McDLT</a>, the cold side staying cold, the hot staying hot (I suppose you have to be a certain age to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTSdUOC8Kac">remember those ads</a>) on the heated grips. It’s probably best that Jessica is sitting this ride out. She doesn’t think cold and fun mix well.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The other four guys venturing out for the day’s group ride sit chatting at two tables near the front of <a href="http://www.moxiejava.com/">Moxie Java</a> here in Nampa. Some of us have ridden together before, some haven’t.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Meet at Moxie" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6212/6299892259_37349680a5_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Once we’ve finished our drinks and given anyone who might want to join time to show up, the ride coordinator, “Special” Ed, begins leading west around <a href="http://www.visitidaho.org/attraction/lakes-rivers/lake-lowell/">Lake Lowell</a> toward the arid lands of <a href="http://www.visiteasternoregon.com/">Eastern Oregon</a>.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Hog wild" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6300430684_eda458a5ab_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“I grew up in this area,” he explains when we stop to soften our tires for the rough dirt roads ahead. Gesturing, he describes curiosities to be found in these hills—<a href="http://www.richardsonrockranch.com/story.html">thundereggs</a>, <a href="http://www.oregonthundereggs.com/agates.html#pet">petrified wood</a> and milky <a href="http://www.oregonthundereggs.com/agates.html#agt">agates</a> harboring dark plumes and filaments.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">It is intriguingly different from my own boyhood adventures in North Idaho around ponds and forests, giant predatory <a href="http://eduwebs.org/bugs/giant_diving_beetle.htm">diving beetles</a> and plasmodial <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slime_mold">slime molds</a>.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">We turn onto dirt tracks that remain tepid until curving between cliffs that cloister a surprising riparian area along Succor Creek. We each splash uneventfully through the shallow water crossings then pause to regroup.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Succor Creek Shortcut" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6120/6300433016_d2d95bac5f_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Wet your whistle" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6219/6299900965_c2810bca79_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Succor Creek" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6036/6300440206_6c2a17b5b9_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Succor Creek</p> </div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Sage shade" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6107/6300442802_65520d39ce_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Invisible rays unimpeded by clear skies bring the welcome warmth of nuclear fusion to our skin. It feels good after the morning’s chill. Some of us shed layers before we continue uphill from the creek to intersect its namesake gravel road. We are a little concerned to see so many trucks parked there. Dust may be on the day’s diet.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="First break" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6115/6299903119_4b641ac9b3_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Our quintet veers right from Succor Creek Road to continue west on Fisherman Road. A roadside election is held to determine whether we will stay the course down to <a href="http://www.oregonstateparks.org/images/pdf/owyhee_full.pdf">Lake Owyhee State Park</a> at the water’s edge or follow Upper Tunnel Road to view the dam from above. We decide to see the park.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Fisherman Road" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6046/6300445100_79c6894e15_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Fisherman Road to Lake Owyhee</p> </div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The road deteriorates as it descends along a tributary to the main canyon. We ride along what looks like the coarse ruins of an old brick building, rocks red and mortar white. These natural stones, though, were fired not in factories but the subterranean furnace that gave this broad area remarkable character.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Viewing moment" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6042/6299912915_cccf08367c_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Our group slowly slinks and leapfrogs down, different ones stopping here or there to view or photograph the strange volcanic world unfurled before us. Palisades across the water are drab indication of molten rock that repeatedly engulfed the world of indigenous creatures leaving land barren and brown.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Lake Owyhee State Park" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6032/6299915105_4dca75beef_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Drawing near to the park, we splash inconsequentially across a trickle of water that must have raged earlier in the year to wash away half the road. If you’re thinking of driving a truck down here, be prepared for some clever maneuvering.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Autumn gauntlet" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6223/6299917899_ab63982aab_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">There is nobody at the park or campground. Given the space, we revert to men’s restroom rules of proximity when parking—not too close. </p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Not too close" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6118/6299920051_6072e0056e_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Not too close</p> </div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“Owyhee Reservoir is a 53-mile-long lake, filling a narrow, deep canyon brimming with colorful volcanic rock formations” (<a href="http://www.oregonstateparks.org/images/pdf/owyhee_full.pdf">Oregon State Parks brochure</a>). From the park, we have only a relatively mundane preview. You must float to see the rest. Or go overland to Leslie Gulch, a complex of what looks to be medieval architecture, flying buttresses, spires and parapets, formed of wax burnt orange, bubbled and slumped.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Lava lady in the lake" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6212/6299921851_d43d5fd9aa_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Lava lady in the lake</p> </div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">More layers are shed as we lean against our machines or lounge in the grass to eat a summer sausage or peanut butter sandwich while discussing divinely revealed <a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/word-of-wisdom">Words of Wisdom</a> pertaining to KLR health.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“Have you unhooked the fiddleymebip yet?”</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“I was thinking of installing the zargamater. Have you tried it?”</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">And so on.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">As we leave the lake behind, Ed uses his grabby clutch to pull up a nice long wheelie across the upper parking lot. It’s that kind of day. Next stop: Leslie Gulch.</p><div style="line-height: 1.1em; text-align: right; color: #888; font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma, Arial;">these images are hosted at <a style="color: #999;" href="http://flickr.com/photos/boise/">flickr</a> &#9632;<br/>this post was automatically generated from <a style="color: #999;" href="http://blog.trailimage.com/2011/10/eastern-oregon-club-ride-lake-owyhee.html">my blog</a> &#9632;<br/>text and images are © Copyright 2011 Jason Abbott. All Rights Reserved. &#9632;</div></div>
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  2. killurtv

    killurtv free range moron

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    Wow!! Super nice photos, that has to be one of the most beautiful and dramatic areas to visit in Eastern Oregon. Thanks for posting!!
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  3. Loud Al

    Loud Al .

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    :lurk
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  4. Scott_PDX

    Scott_PDX Leisure Engineer

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    Great pictures. Love those fall day rides, looking forward to the rest of the story.

    Hey, one of those KLR's looks a bit "funny". Maybe it got the Gelende Strasse upgrade (or downgrade depending on how you look at it).

    -= Scott
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  5. Jason Abbott

    Jason Abbott Long time Idaho rider

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    Sounds like you're referring to the one that was relatively heavy and hard to maneuver. :lol3
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  6. Special Ed_65

    Special Ed_65 A.K.A. Special Ed

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    Great pictures and RR as usual Jason, here are a few of my pictures.


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    Dropping down to the Owyhee reservoir...KLR 1 and 2
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    KLR 3
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    KLR 4
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    The lone BMW in our KLR posse
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    I don't want to get a head of Jason in his storry so Ill stop here.
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  7. RedRockRider

    RedRockRider Long timer

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    Nice photos, nice write-up. Good lookin' KLR gang plus solo BMW! :clap :clap :clap
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  8. Rainshadow

    Rainshadow Been here awhile

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    Beautiful pics and RR! Love that area.

    Any red legged devils (chukars) flying around?
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  9. Jason Abbott

    Jason Abbott Long time Idaho rider

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    I didn't notice any but maybe the other guys did. I saw a good bit of wildlife, not surprisingly, at dusk.
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  10. Jason Abbott

    Jason Abbott Long time Idaho rider

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    <div style="font: normal normal 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Sans-Serif;line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0;"><p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Apparently I’m still too busy lamenting the loss of a <a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/c/product/10882-REG/B_W_66_045615_58mm_Kaeseman_Circular_Polarizing.html">lens filter</a> to notice the wild horses. Some dummy twisted the <a href="http://www.elkasuspension.com/?q=node/45">high speed compression knob</a> the wrong way, all the way to <em>hard</em>, and made a paint mixer of the tank bag where I keep camera gear. At least I know why the trail seemed so bumpy.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Spot the wild horses" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6099/6300460678_f0e557fbba_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Wild horses</p> </div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">It is an unimportant peeve but enough to send me to thought-land instead of savoring the present experience. Ed stops and draws our attention to the three horses standing as sagebrush sentinels.</p> <blockquote style="background-image: url(http://www.trailimage.com/image/left-quote.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: left top; margin: 1em 7em; line-height: 1.2em; color: #aaa;"> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">These areas are home to about 150 wild horses in several herds and bands of various sizes. Historically, these free-roaming animals have lived out their life on the Owyhee Front, feeding, watering, breeding and foaling (<a href="http://www.blm.gov/pgdata/etc/medialib/blm/id/publications.Par.29855.File.dat/wild%20horse%20bro.pdf"><em>Wild Horses of the Owyhee Front</em></a>; see also <a href="http://www.blm.gov/id/st/en/prog/wild_horses_.html"><em>Idaho’s Wild Horses</em></a>).</p> </blockquote> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Where I would expect only reptiles and rodents, I am impressed these large animals survive, even thrive. I guess life can be hewn from most any circumstance.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Dead reckoning" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6041/6300458398_04bf2fa378_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">We continue south, stopping occasionally while Ed checks the route or points out the interesting consequences of cataclysmically shaped land. It isn’t a place I would call “pretty” but I believe it exhibits a purity and directness befitting beauty.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Some days are like that" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6231/6299928113_9a4d08ecf4_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Three Fingers Rock" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6232/6300464612_6fcab0128d_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Three Fingers Rock</p> </div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Bearings" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6051/6299938721_8200c3cf47_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Hope you packed a snack" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6035/6299935209_8e7c9d1aca_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">As we descend again nearer the water, the road becomes a chute between natural stone walls leading to an abrupt drop to rocks below. Ed suggests it could have been a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_jump">buffalo jump</a> in centuries past. It’s certainly a bad direction to go when pursued.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">It isn’t <em>big game</em> lately driven to their demise, however. We peer with curiosity over the cliff at a later model pickup smashed dramatically below, it’s contents spewed around. Accident? Suicide? Theft? There isn’t a scenario that fits the evidence very well but we decide it must have been theft and a joy-ride.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Oops" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6120/6299946735_1c45098f74_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Sleuths" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6034/6299948981_ca1140ceb6_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">What we don’t guess is the stranger-than-fiction truth, that after allegedly murdering his landlady, Ted Kestner “drove to remote eastern Oregon in his pickup ‘to end his life’ by driving off a cliff … Right at the last second, he jumped out of the pickup (and) let the pickup go off a cliff” (Malheur County Sheriff Brian Wolfe, <a href="http://www.idahostatesman.com/2011/09/06/v-print/1787424/caldwell-slaying-suspect-arrested.html">Idaho Statesman</a>, Sept. 6, 2011).</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">From here, Kestner travelled on foot to a Lake Owyhee cabin and took an older couple hostage for a few hours before fleeing on their ATV and ultimately being captured by “a posse of close to 65 officers” (<a href="http://www.kivitv.com/news/local/129272878.html">KIVI-TV</a>, Sept. 5). He is scheduled for a first-degree murder trial on February first.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Suicide abandoned" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6227/6299943973_98c565aceb_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“I know where we are now,” Ed reports. We’ve enjoyed some two-wheeled wandering to enhance the day’s adventure but from here Ed knows the wander-less way to Leslie Gulch.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="6299951111" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6093/6299951111_8770a0e041_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Dust billows as we pick up speed on the two-track south. We come up behind three ATVs bouncing grey-haired folk along bumpy hills. Three of us get around but two of us remain stuck behind long enough to formulate another peeve:</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">While drivers of trucks with trailers and cars in general quickly see me in their mirror and pull to the side of dirt roads, ATV riders rarely do. I commented on this after <a href="http://blog.trailimage.com/2010/09/lolo-motorway-and-more-day-2.html">riding the Lolo Motorway with my brothers</a>. It happened during <a href="http://blog.trailimage.com/2011/10/autumn-lowman-loop-over-hills.html">my ride with Jessica</a> a few weeks ago.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Please ATV riders, watch your mirrors. If not for me then for your riding buddies.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="6300491456" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6114/6300491456_e7b7bf887e_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">We pass a procession of fifteen ATVs in tight formation coming the opposite direction, their riders taking advantage, like us, of what might be the last warm weekend. We nod or wave to each then gladly get beyond the concomitant cloud of dust.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Prefacing the grandeur of Leslie Gulch, formations around us grow taller, orange and red hues materializing from taupe, as we continue south.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="6299953243" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6097/6299953243_f17c16ef08_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The dirt tracks we’ve followed intersect the gravel gulch road just a quick jaunt from the gulch itself. “Ride slowly and look around,” Ed suggests after pulling off at a wide spot. “We’ll meet up at the bottom.”</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Funny flare" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6214/6300494976_23da193626_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Entering Leslie Gulch</p> </div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">We crawl individually past the gauntlet of stone giants once molten, now ashen, orange and disfigured, stopping occasionally to ponder different impossibilities. It’s incredible to visualize how this must all have looked as it was formed—super heated ash, fire in the sky.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="6300506850" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6099/6300506850_a3065e54f6_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Rock faces" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6216/6300509504_a14256dfc9_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Rock Faces</p> </div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="The kids’ rooms" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6060/6299978741_ce01f81346_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The rest of the team, the KLR gang-proper, is thinking they’ll make an expedited return home from here. I plotted a possible route to the nearby Jordan Craters in case time permitted. Although a little late in the day, I think I’ll break from the group and make a run for it. Dust-free riding and extra time for photographs sounds like a nice change of pace to end the day.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="6300500392" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6097/6300500392_c21b556c63_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“Were you thinking of running over Mahogany Mountain?” Ed asks.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“Yeah.”</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“That was all fenced private land last time we tried it,” he warns. “All that land around there is.”</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="The price of progress" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6108/6300503700_e84f4b8a9e_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Ed’s local knowledge is likely spot-on but I’m curious to have a go at it nonetheless. My wife usually has some words for such misplaced confidence but she isn’t here to correct me now. I have headlights, heated grips and hutzpah. I’m sure I’ll be fine.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I watch a moment as the others take off, waiting for their dust to settle. Already the day has been dulled by the approach of evening.</p><div style="line-height: 1.1em; text-align: right; color: #888; font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma, Arial;">these images are hosted at <a style="color: #999;" href="http://flickr.com/photos/boise/">flickr</a> &#9632;<br/>this post was automatically generated from <a style="color: #999;" href="http://blog.trailimage.com/2011/10/eastern-oregon-club-ride-leslie-gulch.html">my blog</a> &#9632;<br/>text and images are © Copyright 2011 Jason Abbott. All Rights Reserved. &#9632;</div></div>
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  11. Mercenary

    Mercenary Mindless Savage

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    two words: Spec-tacular :thumb
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  12. Jason Abbott

    Jason Abbott Long time Idaho rider

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    Sweet. Thanks again for leading. I'd never find my way around all those unnamed (to my maps) roads without guidance. Now I'm curious to hear about the get-off that happened after we parted ways.
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    WRC51 Been here awhile

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    Nice RR, man that country is just beautiful.
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  14. Special Ed_65

    Special Ed_65 A.K.A. Special Ed

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    We took Poison creek road back to Marsing and it was about a mile from my mud-fest earlier this year.

    "I hate Mud"
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    I believe we were exceeding the speed limit, when we came to a blind 90. I was able to get slowed enough to make the corner. I then stopped to see how the other KLRs would handle the corner. The next one blew through the corner and into the sagebrush hitting a large rock. luckily he did not go down. the 3rd KLR slowed before the corner and had no problems. The 4th was not as lucky, his Michelin Anakee did not help much on the marble covered road and he got out of shape quickly and high sided.
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  15. Jason Abbott

    Jason Abbott Long time Idaho rider

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    When I first saw the picture I thought you were saying you ran into mud this time. :huh ... but I see, it was just the same spot as earlier.

    Ouch. I can see getting off in the weeds in that situation myself. I ran a stretch of cow trail along Mahogany Creek that would have been easier on the KLRs and locked 'em up once for some antelope (I believe I was exceeding the speed limit, as you say :lol3) but managed to keep 'er up. I'm shooting to get that list bit of report up today.

    Thanks again Ed.
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    trailrider383 867-5309

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    Bump for the finish!!!
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    Humunn Moto Prozac

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    Great report! :clap
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  18. Jason Abbott

    Jason Abbott Long time Idaho rider

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    <div style="font: normal normal 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Sans-Serif;line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0;"><p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Bending mildly at most, Succor Creek to Mahogany Gap gravel roads accommodate highway speeds as I fly further south from Leslie Gulch, further from home. I’ll arrive at Jordan Craters in no time at this rate.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Although Ed warned it would be gated, I follow the line on the GPS off the gravel road up dirt tracks leading to Mahogany Mountain. Maybe things have changed since he was here. </p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Compared to how we usually use the word in this part of the country, “mountain” is a generous description of the gentle, juniper covered rise above surrounding dry hills.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">A fork in the road reminds me of the aerial photos I studied. Both directions should follow draws up the mountain but left looked more interesting. The predicted gate greets me across a couple rises: “No Trespassing.” Darn. Back to the intersection, this time right, brings the same result. Double darn.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Cow pie crossroads" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6222/6299980753_295e0f7fbf_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Y in the road</p> </div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I backtrack toward the next option, to follow Mahogany Creek about four-and-a-half miles, somewhat cross-country, to Jordan Craters Road. The only other choice is <a href="http://g.co/maps/nasb6">over twenty-two miles</a>, staying on the gravel all the way east to Highway 95 just to return west on the nearly parallel Jordan Craters Road.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">But where the GPS map suggests roads near the creek, I see no way through. I would scout more in that direction but a farmhouse intervenes. I decide to keep going and circle back on another road I see ahead on the map.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Lost the trail somewhere" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6038/6299984401_f23cd7d8af_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The deviation is longer than I expected. I wish I would have tried harder to find a direct path near the farmhouse but at least I appear to be on track. A stretched wire gate reading “Private Property / Please Close Behind You” invites me to head toward Mahogany Creek.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I follow tracks that fade into a hay field mowed flat and gold. Where now? Straight across would be logical but the creek there meanders into a marsh the length of the draw. I test it on foot—ankle-deep mud.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Oregon desert" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6112/6299987069_41561bea25_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I ride tentatively around the edge of the empty field as if trying to conjure a memory that wants to remain buried. Every direction is the same. I imagine for a moment my wife’s incredulous question: “What are you doing <em>there</em>?”</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“Just trying to take a shortcut, dear.”</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">On my second perimeter pass I notice a faint ATV trail through the green marsh grass—not quite confidence inspiring but the right direction. I hope to go over the hill onto Jordan Craters Road but instead the winding wisp flows back to Mahogany Creek beyond which no trail is evident.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Um, where’s the trail?" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6091/6299989089_e7821456f0_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Mahogany Creek</p> </div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“I hope this comes out somewhere,” I think to myself as I splash through the water to become a red, roaming bovine cutting my own casual trails through the dry grass and sagebrush.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Mahogany Creek" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6094/6299991479_dd77e78814_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">I followed the cow trail along the left bank</p> </div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Wondering if this whole direction will come to naught weighs more heavily on my mind than terrain technicalities. I’m therefore quite relieved when finally I see evidence of the road ahead, a line of dust rising from a passing car.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="6300526258" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6052/6300526258_9378614b23_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6043/6330798052_b2e2f7ea0e_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Mahogany Creek shortcut could have been shorter</p> </div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Beauty of being lost" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6235/6300527834_58ef9bb4c9_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I am a little worried when I don’t see a gate in the stretched barbwire. The sagebrush is thick here so I walk the fence line rather than crashing around on my red bovine. Still nothing. It must be on the other side of the creek. I hope.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I dip across the creek to sweet relief. There it is, a gate. It’s a bugger to open but in a moment I’m on Jordan Craters Road, putting the big boxer motor to use as I hasten to reach the craters while light remains.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Desolation" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6047/6299996637_78542bc4a6_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">A carpet of mellow greens and golds stretches to distant horizons brilliantly pink and yellow. With no sign of another soul in any direction, it’s somewhat thrilling to imagine I have this vast spectacle to myself. In spite of my haste, I’m compelled to stop and witness.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Wonder and curiosity enliven minds big and small. A herd of antelope turn in unison to marvel at my passing after running indifferently down a draw to cross the road. Rabbits seem to play a dangerous game, in three places darting across the road between my fast moving wheels. It’s a surprise each time they make it.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Riding into it" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6218/6300532438_85a8c39eac_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">While descending the short access road to Coffeepot Crater, I see someone walking across the gravel lot below. When I get there, though, I find myself alone—no cars, nothing. </p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Stretched before me are miles of dangerously contorted black rock scabbed over a deep wound in the face of the earth. If there be specters interested in aberrant existence, this <em>would</em> be a favored haunt.</p> <blockquote style="background-image: url(http://www.trailimage.com/image/left-quote.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: left top; margin: 1em 7em; line-height: 1.2em; color: #aaa;"> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The 27-square mile olivine basalt lava &#64258;ow is estimated to be between 4,000 and 9,000 years old, based on the degree of lichen development on the rocks. An 18-acre &#64258;ow within the &#64257;eld is thought to be less than 100 years old because not even lichens have begun to colonize it (<a href="http://www.blm.gov/or/resources/recreation/files/brochures/Jordan%20Crater.pdf"><em>BLM Brochure</em></a>).</p> </blockquote> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Just me and the moon" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6219/6300539106_0437f1283d_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Pack it up" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6211/6300546802_a4c8074ec7_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I climb the crater’s cone to look out under the half-light at the surprising expanse of “well-preserved vents and striking flow features” (<a href="http://vulcan.wr.usgs.gov/Volcanoes/Oregon/JordanCraters/description_jordan_craters.html">USGS</a>). I wish I would have arrived sooner. It will be completely dark in a matter of minutes, no time to explore. </p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="With or without you" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6060/6300534212_345d9529fd_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Jordan Craters</p> </div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">A cold wind comes with the night. I close my eyes and consider the space all around, empty and scarred. It seems so alien, so lonely.</p> <blockquote style="background-image: url(http://www.trailimage.com/image/left-quote.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: left top; margin: 1em 7em; line-height: 1.2em; color: #aaa;"> <div style="margin: 0px 0px 1em 7em">With a half-glance upon the sky <br />At night he said, “The wanderings <br />Of this most intricate Universe <br />Teach me the nothingness of things.” <br />Yet could not all creation pierce <br />Beyond the bottom of his eye. </div> <div style="margin: 0px 0px 1em 6em">He spake of beauty: that the dull <div style="margin: 0px 0px 0px 1em">Saw no divinity in grass, <br />Life in dead stones, or spirit in air; <div style="margin: 0px 0px 0px 1em">Then looking as ‘twere in a glass,</div> He smooth’d his chin and sleek’d his hair, <br />And said the earth was beautiful. </div> </div> <p style="text-align: right">Lord Alfred Tennyson, <em>A Character</em></p> </blockquote> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Your lava fell in my peanut butter" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6232/6300536454_188ee4b4ab_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Coffeepot Crater</p> </div> </div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Hours from home" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6031/6300006995_1c597f146f_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Only with a flashlight can I see the distance scale on the lens. Once set, I do my best to stand frozen at the focused distance for a twenty second self-portrait. I never get it quite right but decide the indefinite result is fitting.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The beam sweeps across smooth green skin as I stoop with flashlight in hand to collapse the tripod. What was that? A frog? Salamander? But up on this mound of crunchy rock? I flick light around but find no culprit.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Why would you care" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6112/6300543496_e11c8b5688_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <blockquote style="background-image: url(http://www.trailimage.com/image/left-quote.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: left top; margin: 1em 7em; line-height: 1.2em; color: #aaa;"> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Coffeepot Crater is a heart-shaped tephra cone constructed of numerous overlapping lobes … The walls of the crater show good evidence for a fluctuating lava pond which appears to have broken through and rafted away portions of the northeastern and southeastern crater walls … Additional material was vented from a series of … trending spatter cones (<a href="http://vulcan.wr.usgs.gov/Volcanoes/Oregon/JordanCraters/description_jordan_craters.html">USGS</a>).</p> </blockquote> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="More than one way around" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6040/6300545436_02eaa66d93_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I wouldn’t mind hanging out here a while longer but I hear my wife frowning at me a <a href="http://g.co/maps/krs4c">hundred miles away</a>. I’m already out past my curfew (dark) and I have no phone service to check in. </p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="Air up" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6216/6300015027_1053d4b0d5_b.jpg" /></div> </div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The evening’s mysterious onlookers no doubt chuckle to see me fumbling flashlight, air pump and gauge to fill the tires for the hours of asphalt ahead. </p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Darkness is palpable beneath the cloud obscured crescent moon. I took advantage of the rising cinder cone as a target to adjust my lights but they seem nonetheless overwhelmed by gloom as I trace my isolated return on dirt and gravel.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">A flash of eyes draws my attention to a coyote standing near the road with head low, observing. It slips into darkness when I return the gaze.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The way home is tenebrous not tedious. I rumble fluidly along gravel, highway and interstate. I am joyed to glide along in quiet darkness after this day of uncommon grandeur.</p><div style="line-height: 1.1em; text-align: right; color: #888; font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma, Arial;">these images are hosted at <a style="color: #999;" href="http://flickr.com/photos/boise/">flickr</a> &#9632;<br/>this post was automatically generated from <a style="color: #999;" href="http://blog.trailimage.com/2011/10/eastern-oregon-club-ride-jordan-craters.html">my blog</a> &#9632;<br/>text and images are © Copyright 2011 Jason Abbott. All Rights Reserved. &#9632;</div></div>
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  19. jlsorbit

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    These are great pictures! Thank you for sharing.
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  20. Mike Ryder

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    Thanks, that was great. phenomenal shots of an extraordinary place.
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