Trying to catch up on ride reports. This one was from a few years ago!
Several months before, Eric and I had taken the long way to Portland, and our route purposely took us through the Fremont-Winema National Forest in south central Oregon. The forest was beautiful even though it was early fall, and it beckoned us to stay and explore. We couldn't stay, but we decided then and there that we needed to return in the spring.
We loaded up our Husky 610's and headed north before sun-up. We only had 4 days, and we wanted to make every minute count. Sunrise from a speeding van on the Benicia Bridge
Many hours later we arrived at our home for the next few nights. The stark white alkali of Summer Lake can be seen beyond the big bath house...
It being a Thursday, the place was rather quiet. We decided to take advantage of it, knowing it would only get busier as the holiday weekend wore on, and immediately headed for the hot pool…
"Respect these healing waters"
2 hours later I was back in camp feeling like a new woman!
We soaked up the sun til it was gone, then prepped bikes and gear for an exploratory ride the next morning. We'd be climbing up to the top of Winter Rim, some 3000' above Summer Lake.
Well, good morning, Friday!
The only thing I love more than water is my Husky 610…
Eric is pretty smitten with his, as well…
Summer Lake sits about about 4,230', and Winter Rim rises about 3,000' above it…
Looking towards the northeast, the hot springs can be seen far below…
This is what John C. Fremont said upon seeing Summer Lake for the first time, as he trudged through the snows of Winter Rim on December 16, 1843...
"At our feet–more than a thousand feet below–we looked into a green prairie country, in which a beautiful lake, some twenty miles in length, was spread along the foot of the mountains, its shores bordered with green grass. Just then the sun broke out among the clouds, and illuminated the country below; while around us the storm raged fiercely. Not a particle of ice was to be seen on the lake, or snow on its borders, and all was like summer or spring. The glow of the sun in the valley below brightened up our hearts with sudden pleasure; and we made the woods ring with joyful shouts to those behind; and gradually, as each came up, he stopped to enjoy the unexpected scene. Shivering on snow three feet deep, and stiffening in a cold north wind, we exclaimed at once that the names of Summer Lake and Winter Ridge should be applied to these two proximate places of such sudden and violent contrast."
We were looking down on Summer Lake from Hadley Butte, a popular hang gliding launch. I came upon this little thing, and it looked like a memorial of some sort, maybe? I don't know…the only thing I know about hang gliding is I don't want to do it. I thought it was neat, though...
It was facing the great wide open…
Spring was in full swing up on the Rim…
More to come…of course!
WoodsChick
Several months before, Eric and I had taken the long way to Portland, and our route purposely took us through the Fremont-Winema National Forest in south central Oregon. The forest was beautiful even though it was early fall, and it beckoned us to stay and explore. We couldn't stay, but we decided then and there that we needed to return in the spring.
We loaded up our Husky 610's and headed north before sun-up. We only had 4 days, and we wanted to make every minute count. Sunrise from a speeding van on the Benicia Bridge
Many hours later we arrived at our home for the next few nights. The stark white alkali of Summer Lake can be seen beyond the big bath house...
It being a Thursday, the place was rather quiet. We decided to take advantage of it, knowing it would only get busier as the holiday weekend wore on, and immediately headed for the hot pool…
"Respect these healing waters"
2 hours later I was back in camp feeling like a new woman!
We soaked up the sun til it was gone, then prepped bikes and gear for an exploratory ride the next morning. We'd be climbing up to the top of Winter Rim, some 3000' above Summer Lake.
Well, good morning, Friday!
The only thing I love more than water is my Husky 610…
Eric is pretty smitten with his, as well…
Summer Lake sits about about 4,230', and Winter Rim rises about 3,000' above it…
Looking towards the northeast, the hot springs can be seen far below…
This is what John C. Fremont said upon seeing Summer Lake for the first time, as he trudged through the snows of Winter Rim on December 16, 1843...
"At our feet–more than a thousand feet below–we looked into a green prairie country, in which a beautiful lake, some twenty miles in length, was spread along the foot of the mountains, its shores bordered with green grass. Just then the sun broke out among the clouds, and illuminated the country below; while around us the storm raged fiercely. Not a particle of ice was to be seen on the lake, or snow on its borders, and all was like summer or spring. The glow of the sun in the valley below brightened up our hearts with sudden pleasure; and we made the woods ring with joyful shouts to those behind; and gradually, as each came up, he stopped to enjoy the unexpected scene. Shivering on snow three feet deep, and stiffening in a cold north wind, we exclaimed at once that the names of Summer Lake and Winter Ridge should be applied to these two proximate places of such sudden and violent contrast."
We were looking down on Summer Lake from Hadley Butte, a popular hang gliding launch. I came upon this little thing, and it looked like a memorial of some sort, maybe? I don't know…the only thing I know about hang gliding is I don't want to do it. I thought it was neat, though...
It was facing the great wide open…
Spring was in full swing up on the Rim…
More to come…of course!
WoodsChick
Eric's been a Warriors fan since he was a little kid, and we used to have season tickets during the Run TMC days, so these were pretty special times for us!
