Saturday, July 24, 2010

1st camp, 2010

WOW! When Mother Nature decided it was time for summer she really turned it on. Temperatures have been hovering right around the century mark, give or take a degree or two. My solution to hot weather is to set up a camp somewhere in the mountains, at elevations higher than here at home. It’s still hot, but not as hot as it is here in the valley. Much of the high back country, that accessed by trails in the wilderness areas, is still inaccessible due to the lingering snow pack; but there are still areas I can reach with the pickup. I can’t make the long rides necessary to reach the high back country by horseback anymore, and my hiking legs are pretty well shot too. If nothing else, this trip proved that beyond doubt. I have a simple choice to make. I can take it easy, keep the rides short, and continue to enjoy it as much as I can; or throw in the towel and give it up entirely. I’m not ready to do that yet!

I pulled out of here on a Monday morning, truck and horse trailer loaded with camp gear, horse, and dogs. I was on my way to Lover’s Camp located in the Klamath National Forest, and only a short drive from home. When I arrived in camp I found that someone else was already occupying my preferred spot; the first time in all the years that I have camped there that I found someone there ahead of me. As it turned out, it was for the best. There was way to much activity around the main camp to suit me, and for what I had in mind. I turned right around and went back down the road to a spot where a packer used to camp while he packed deer hunters into the wilderness area. Hardly anyone camps there anymore. It lacks the convenience of an outhouse, public corrals, and running water from a spigot; but I had the place to myself. So I had to pack water from a creek and take a walk with a shovel when nature called, but there was no one around to bother me and I could turn the dogs loose without anyone complaining.

I set up my camp the way I usually do; stretching a tarp out from my horse trailer for shade and protection in case of rain. My camp stove and water container sit on the fender of the trailer, and my cot and bedroll are inside the trailer. Ice chests containing food are placed in the shade, and sometimes covered with an additional tarp for increased insulation.

Camp

I set up my portable electric fence as a corral for Sis. She is an old hand at this, and a good camp horse. She probably wouldn’t go anywhere even if she did get out; just crop some of the grass around camp.

Sis in camp

With the work of setting up camp done, and my animals taken care of, I was free to kick back and enjoy the surrounding country. Just lay back in the shade if that was all I wanted to do. This trip was ideal for Chigger; one of my main objectives and the reason I wanted to camp where there was no one else around. For once I could turn him loose without him getting into trouble or bothering anyone. He was free to be a dog, and do whatever dogs like to do. He had plenty of room to burn off excess energy, which he has plenty of, or just lay around camp. He learned a lot about being a good camp dog.

Chigger at camp

The trails out of Lover’s Camp are practically bridle paths until higher country is reached. Nothing that I would call rough at all. I was told that there is a bad spot on the trail to Sky High Valley where there was an avalanche last winter. I have been to Sky High many times, and fished Sky High Lake, but that is well beyond my capabilities now. The old knees and hips can’t take it anymore. I settled for easy rides every other day, and kept them short. There was a time when I chuckled under my breath at old timers as they climbed up on a stump or big rock to get aboard their horse. Hey, it isn’t funny, and I’m not laughing anymore! I’m that old timer now. Not only do I have to get up on something to climb aboard, but if I ride to far I darn near need help to get off!

Canyon Creek trail

There really wasn’t much chance for fishing on this trip. Not only are the lakes above Lover’s Camp beyond my reach these days, but there is only one place where it is possible to get near Canyon Creek where the trail to Red Rock Canyon crosses it; and then for only a few yards in either direction. It was a good place for the dogs to water up and cool off, but not much of a place to wet a line.

Dogs at Canyon Creek

This is steep country, and although I had a creek right at camp there was no chance of fishing it. It is a fast moving little creek that tumbles off the side of the mountain and runs under the road through a culvert where I filled my buckets for camp water and led Sis to drink. From there it splashes down the canyon behind camp, so steep that someone had tied a rope to a tree so they could climb down and back up from the creek.

In all I spent 11 days in camp, mostly by myself with my dogs and horse for company. An old camping buddy came up to visit for an afternoon a couple of times, but he wasn’t prepared to stay and camp. I would take Sis and the dogs out for a morning ride about every other day, but afternoons were best spent flaked out in the shade. I caught up on some reading material I had been saving. I had meant to stay a couple of days longer, but I ran short of feed for the horse. I’ll have to take along a little more hay next time. So I’m home again, at least for a week or so while I get caught up on things around here. I ran into trouble with my well pump immediately upon getting back home, but I have that fixed and have running water to the house again. Bad time for pump troubles with afternoon temps still at 100 degrees or more. I’m already making plans for another trip to a different place, hopefully with some chance for fishing this time.









11 comments:

Momlady said...

Sounds like the perfect getaway. Temps here are in the mid to high 90's. Me, I stay inside. Loved the pics. Hope you can get away again soon.

Bob Mc said...

Hi Momlady. I'll be ready to go again as soon as I catch up on a few things around here. 102 degrees here yesterday. Way to hot for comfort. They said there was a chance of thunder storms last night, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky and hasn't been for 2 weeks.

Leigh said...

Sounds like things worked out in your favor... besides the lack of a good fishing hole. Maybe next time right!?
o and I hope your well remains steady.
-Leigh

Bob Mc said...

Hi Leigh. So far so good on the well. I replaced the motor last year. This time the pump needed some work. We got that thunderstorm this evening. Heavy rain and hail for about an hour. Dropped the temperature about 15 degrees in a matter of minutes.

Murphyfish said...

Hi Bob,
Sounds like you had a relaxing time, pity about the fishing. I must say that I’ve never ridden a horse (not much call for one here in suburbia!) let alone travelled the trails upon one, it seems like it may be something that I’ll have to address at sometime. Thanks for sharing your trip my good man.
Regards,
John

Bob Mc said...

Good morning John. Thanks for dropping in. I've been busy catching up on blogs, including yours, since I've been back. Lots of good reading.

Ted said...

Bob for years I traveled all over the world (through) National Geographic now The internet has replaced it.There is a few good reads out there an yours happens to be one of them.

Bob Mc said...

Hey Ted, thanks for the compliment. I try, but there are plenty more accomplished with the pen (or key board) than I am.

Casey said...

Hi Bob! Welcome back and thank you! I sure wish I could spend some time doing exactly that! I haven't been in the mountains for over 30 years. Shameful.

Thank you again, and I hope the temps stay a little lower for ya next time.

Take care -

Casey

HermitJim said...

Thanks, my friend, for letting us share in your trip through your pictures!

Nothing like a couple of days out in the wilderness to clear the head and put the thinking all right again!

I thank you for sharing!

Bob Mc said...

Hi Casey. I guess no place is perfect. I have the mountains, but I'd like to have some of the small mouth bass fishing you enjoy.

Right you are Jim. I'm making preparations to leave again soon.