Kayaking Woahink Lake

Kayaking Woahink Lake
Kayaking Woahink Lake

Saturday, July 18, 2020

07-18-2020 Great Way to End our Trip

When we planned this trip, we decided 3 nights in the mountains was just about right for being away from home during the hot summer.  We always have watering season in mind, and a low producing well requires paying attention to water levels in the well cistern and in the treated water cistern.  This time of year it is a delicate balance.  We are lucky enough to have Grandson Matthew nearby for the daily hand watering and checking of the wells, hose connections, and various levels of the system, but I hate to expect too much of him. Still, when Mo suggested that instead of driving all the way home from Cascade Lakes that we could stop off for a night at the Kla-mo-ya Casino in Chiloquin I agreed.  Another day shouldn’t make much difference and we would be home by Saturday mid day to make sure all was watered as the temperature crawled into the expected triple digits.

Confluence of Spring Creek and the Williamson River at Collier Memorial State Park

The temperatures were heating up as we left camp and drove south on Highway 97 and as we discussed boondocking at the casino, I felt hesitation creeping in.  Even if it was open, did I really want to go in and touch slot machines and eat in the restaurant?  We had been carefully social distancing for the entire trip and this suddenly felt a bit crazy to me.  It also was building toward a very hot day, and keeping the MoHo cool when it is in the low 90’s on generator power isn’t much fun, and is terribly noisy.

Site number 4 at Collier Memorial State Park

Bingo! An idea.  Why don’t we stop before Chiloquin at the lovely, shaded Collier Memorial State Park, nestled in at the confluence of the Williamson River and Spring Creek? We drove south knowing our new plan might not be feasible with all the people on the road, the fact that it was a Friday night, and that the park was no doubt fully reserved.  Still, it was worth a try.

Sure enough, when we pulled in, the camp host told us all was full and completely reserved and there would be no space for us any time that weekend.  I showed her my newly acquired disability car tag, mentioning that perhaps there was an ADA space still open?  She looked at my card and my gray hair and my walking sticks and said, “Just a minute, let me ask the Ranger.  He just drove up.”  I smiled at him, sweetly, saying, “We live in Grants Pass and are returning from Cascade Lakes and I am not sure we can drive all the way back home this late in the day.”  He talked with the camp host a bit more, and then said, “Hey, just put them in Number 4.  Why not?”  I have no idea why space number 4 was a “why not” space unless it was saved for the camp hosts for some reason.  There are 4 camp hosts in the park, all lined up at the entrance, and site 4 was next to the last camp host site.

The host was worried that there wouldn’t be room for our car, but no problem.  With a short rig and a shorter car we slid in just fine.  Within minutes we had full hookups,including a sewer dump and plenty of power to turn on the AC.  It was a welcome sound, noise and all, since things were beginning to heat up.

Our main reason for staying close to Klamath Falls was to take flowers to the cemetery where Mo’s parents are laid to rest.  We stopped off at the local Fred Meyer for some flowers and drove south to the open and quite lovely grounds.  Mo said there was water at the site, and nice heavy vases for filling.  Turns out the water was off, but a bottle in the back of the car worked fine with just enough for the flowers.

On the way home we stopped in at the Williamson River Campground about a mile north of Collier State Park along the river.  It was also very nearly full, but there were just a couple of sites that were still open for one night only.  This FS campground has no hookups, but would have sufficed for us if we hadn’t been able to get into Collier State Park.

Back home in the rig at Collier State Park, we ate the last of the home cooked meals I had prepared for our trip and settled in with cards and books for the rest of the evening. 

Collier is a lovely park, with moderately spacious sites on some loops and closer sites on others.  It is shaded by a dry pine forest, and during our visit we noticed that there was no sign of the famous mosquitoes that can be such a plague in this part of the world.

The night was pleasant and quiet, but certainly not as dark as our nights had been at Crane Prairie with a few lights marking the entrance kiosk nearby and porch lights on some of the rigs.

The next morning we had a leisurely breakfast before taking Mattie for a nice walk down to the river along the Williamson River Trail.  The river campsites are the best, along the southern end of the campground if one wants to make a reservation.  I think that like most campgrounds, if it is not in full summer season, it might be easy enough to find a spot for an overnight on a weekday.

I had forgotten how fresh and clean a dry pine forest smells.  This is a landscape similar to some that I mapped when working in the Klamath Basin, and it was fun to see familiar plants along the trail. 

Mo and I have kayaked Spring Creek in the past, but have never had our boats on the Williamson.  From the trail, the part of the Williamson that we could see looked perfect for our boats, but there are riffles and rocky shallows in parts of the river as it approached Klamath Lake that we aren’t sure about. 

Mattie was NOT interested in going swimming this time

In addition to the Williamson, Mo and I have never kayaked the Wood River which is a few miles west, and are hoping that possibly we can get on either or both of these rivers with soil scientist friend Katie, who knows both rivers fairly well.  Another plan for a future summer day. We hiked along the Williamson and the lower part of the Spring Creek Trail south of the bridge crossing Highway 97.

After our walk, we packed up for the last leg home, leaving the park around 11:30 AM.  It was a familiar trip for us, south to Chiloquin on Highway 97, and across the Wood River Valley toward Rocky Point.  Once in Rocky Point we decided it was worth it to unhook the Tracker for a little trip up Easy Street to check out our previous home nestled in the trees.  We were delighted to see that the current owners have completed a lot of big tree work.  There were several huge pines cut up and lying around on the ground, and the remaining pines and firs had been limbed to at least 30 feet above ground.  They also had lots of cute farm signs tucked around and a big pile of firewood in the front yard.  It wasn’t as gorgeous as it was when Mo had her beautiful lawns but at least it looked cared for.  It still looks like the owners are using it as a second home, which makes me wonder if they will ever leave their million dollar house in the Bay Area for life in Rocky Point.

It was an excellent trip, and ended on a nice note as we drove around Rocky Point recounting old memories.  It was even nicer to get back to Sunset House in Grants Pass, where the air conditioning had turned on as scheduled.  I have finally decided that it is our wood floors that make the house smell so incredibly good after we return after being away for a time.  That first waft of air as we open up the door is such pleasure.

In addition to managing to get in and out of the kayak, I discovered that I could manage a decent flat trail for almost 3 miles if I had my walking sticks.  Very encouraging for me.

Not sure what comes next for us.  We are back to our daily life of watering the gardens, working on small projects that are pleasing but not terribly intense, enjoying a good supper before settling in to some truly entertaining Netflix evening entertainment.  Getting hooked on a series now and then isn’t a bad thing during this time of quiet isolation at home.

Thursday, July 16, 2020

07-16-2020 Exploring the Lakes and an Evening Kayak

Our plan when we went to bed was to rise early, eat a decent breakfast, and get on the road quickly.  We wanted to arrive at Elk Lake, our chosen location for a morning kayak, before the winds started up and the sun got too hot.  Even though the temperatures in this part on the east side of the Cascades are a bit more moderated than the part of Southern Oregon where we live, it can still get hot.  Predictions were for another gorgeous sunny day with highs in the upper 80’s.

Elk Lake Sunset  View Day Use Area

I completed a lot of internet research on most of the lakes in the chain before we left home.  There was no way to do any last minute research however, since I had no access to the internet at the campground.  I had 2 bars of 4G which could manage telephone calls and text messages, see emails but not their complete contents, and see some posts on Facebook for random moments in the early part of the day.

My research pointed me to Elk Lake, which in internet photos looks deep and blue surrounded by the gorgeous peaks of South Sister and Broken Top.  I was at least smart enough to download the google maps for the area before we left home in Grants Pass so we could navigate properly along the entire length of the Byway. 

We were on the road by 8:30, with only a slight breeze, and decided to skip exploring any of the lakes and campgrounds along our route so that we could get on Elk Lake early.  The road into Elk Lake Sunset View Day use area from the north is rough gravel, with some steep areas and sections of washboard.  I’m glad we didn’t plan to take the MoHo back there.

When we arrived at the site, it was gorgeous as expected, but the winds were kicking up and to our great surprise, there were a lot of people already in the parking lot, at the picnic tables, and launching all manner of kayaks and paddle boards.  I had no clue that many paddle boards are now of the blow up variety, and the whooshing sound of the pumps was a bit startling. 

We looked around a bit, checking out the outlandishly beautiful people with their beautiful rigs and boats and thought, “Hmmm, a LOT of well to do people around here.”  That was to be our refrain for the entire day as we traveled to the several lakes and view sites along the Cascade Lakes Highway, and the closer we got to Bend, it seemed the people were even more fit, attractive, and on the young side.  I have nothing against young, attractive, fit people, in fact it is great to see so many humans enjoying outdoor pursuits, but it was still a bit daunting, and not particularly our scene.  In addition, the lake was another big round body of water without a lot of interesting shoreline. 

We decided instead to continue south back toward the Hosmer Lake Loop and check out some of the campgrounds along the way.  We thought maybe we could launch on tiny Hosmer Lake before continuing our explorations.  We checked out Little Fawn campground on the south end of Elk Lake, but it was dusty and rocky, completely full, and quite a distance from the water.  The day use area by the campground was also full of cars, and more people packing their paddle boards and kayaks the several hundred yards across exposed lakebed toward the waters of Elk Lake.  Nope, not our spot for either kayaking OR camping.

When we arrived at the South Campground near Hosmer Lake we found more dusty, rocky, gravel roads and more people packed into the cramped sites with all sorts of watercraft.  Ah well, we weren’t planning on camping, just hoping to get on the waters with our boats before the day got too warm to enjoy.

What a surprise when we arrived at the tiny, cramped boat launch to discover at least 50 cars, all packing in and lining up one by one as we arrived all the way back to the intersection between the launch and the campground.  The lake looked like a playground of boats, paddleboards, fishermen, and people!  I walked down to the launch and talked to a few people, asking if they knew the lake. Five of the several people I talked to said it was their first time on this particular lake, and 3 said they had never kayaked before and this was their first kayak!.  Much like RVing, I think active people who want to get out and about have discovered kayaking.

Sadly, we decided to let this lake go as well, but as we were leaving Mo said, “I wonder when all these people will go home?”.  Since it seemed most were on day excursions from Bend, the likelihood of the place being this crowded in late evening was slight.  We decided to take our chances and finish our explorations of the other lakes and campgrounds in the area before going back home to our camp. 

We checked out the campgrounds and RV resorts at Lava Lake, at Little Lava Lake where the Deschutes River begins, and then turned back north to find Sparks Lake at the base of Mt Bachelor near the northern end of the Cascade Lakes Scenic Byway.

Little Lava Lake

Little Lava Lake was quite lovely, and a few campsites were a bit tempting.  We also thought if we didn’t find somewhere else to kayak we might return to the shallow beach at the boat launch site. I started keeping track of the campsites that we would choose at Little Lava Lake Campground if they became available for the next time we wanted to camp and kayak in the area.  If one should wish to camp, the good level sites at Little Lava Lake are #10, #11, #13, and #15.  Others are small and very uneven.

Lava Lake

The Lava Lake campground also had just one site along the edge of the lake but I didn’t write down the number because the lake was a lovely shade of green!  Maybe we didn’t want to camp there ever. 

Back north again toward Elk Lake, we checked out the Elk Lake Campground and found sites #7, #8, and #13 to be the only acceptable sites that would tempt us away from our home base at Crane Prairie some time in the future.  

We drove on north again toward Sparks Lake, and there was a beautiful wide viewpoint at the Green Lakes trailhead that climbs toward South Sister.  Only problem was that cars were lined up all along the road for about a mile on either side of the trailhead. 

A very popular place on a Thursday in July!  We pulled into the parking area across from the trailhead, noticed the sign saying parking allowed for 15 minutes only, and took every precious minute to hike into the meadow full of penstemon and sedges with Mattie.  The view of South Sister to the north and Mt Bachelor to the southeast were breathtaking.  No wonder this is such a popular place only 30 some miles from Bend, Oregon.

After our little walk, we traveled the very rough and rocky road from the highway to Sparks Lake.  The campground is called Soda Creek, and is a few miles from the lake.  We chose sites #4, #6, #10, and #13 for future reference.  We discovered a few rigs parked in a dispersed camping area on the extremely dusty and busy road to the boat launch on Sparks Lake.  Even free, with a view of the lake, wouldn’t tempt us to camp there in all that dust and noise. The lake itself was also incredibly crowded with kayakers and paddleboarders, and the water was quite low.  Pretty, but not for us.  With the crowded parking lot and thick dust, we didn’t get out of the car for photos, but this website has some lovely pictures of the lake and the area nearby.

As the day progressed, and we viewed so many lakes and campgrounds, we decided that we were really lucky to be in the lovely, spacious, open, and reasonably quiet campground at Crane Prairie Reservoir.  From the internet research, I never would have chosen Crane Prairie, but after visiting, it will no doubt be the campground to which we return in the future.  Just for reference, our favorite sites at Crane Prairie are #103, the ADA site #107, and #113.  All of these sites are on the Blue Loop, but for big rigs and family groups the Red loop at the upper edges of the park have the most privacy and space, but no view of the water or easy access to the beach. The Red loop also has several large nice pull through sites.

By the time we returned back to camp, it was 1 or so, and again we settled in with our books and cool drinks to enjoy the breezes and shade as we read.  I spent more time gazing at the water than actually reading I think.  We also took Mattie for another swim.  She went in at first, but wasn’t as enthusiastic this time as she was yesterday.

We ate an early supper and planned to leave after dinner in time to arrive at Hosmer Lake around 6:30. This time our plans worked out perfectly.  When we arrived at the boat launch there were less than half a dozen cars and only a few people coming off the lake, and only a very few launching for an evening on the water.

Hosmer Lake turned out to be everything I had expected to find in the Cascade Lakes.  The water was crystal clear, and the lake meanders from a small lower lake, through a narrow channel lined with bullrush and wocus and then meanders northeast toward a rugged area of lava which hides a waterfall. 

We didn’t get out of the boats to see the waterfall.  A fellow boater told us that it was pretty, but not spectacular, and required some hiking through the rocky jumble to see it.  We sat awhile trying to hear it to no avail.

We continued back to the main channel and continued north to the lake.  I asked a couple of returning kayakers if the lake was very far away.  One person said it was a long distance, and another said it was just ahead.  My trusty google map wasn’t exactly visible in the bright late evening light and the lake shows quite dark and green on the current google image.  To our surprise we arrived at the large part of the lake within 15 minutes and it was truly gorgeous.  The water was clear and somewhat shallow, surrounded by nothing except timber, mountain views, and marshland. 

One lone boat with two men fly fishing were spotlighted by the early evening sun.  Hosmer Lake is exactly the kind of place we love to kayak, and we will definitely return in the future, hopefully during a time of year when there are a few less visitors.

After only an hour and a half on the lake, we were back home at our camp by 8:30, as the winds started to die down and the sun set at 8:47.  I knew the exact time of the sunset because I also knew that the comet Neowise was expected to be visible in the northwest sky about 90 minutes after sunset.  Mo built another nice campfire and we sat with our wine and marshmallows waiting for darkness and a chance to see the comet.

We weren’t disappointed.  Walking down to the beach, we hunted the skies for the Big Dipper which seemed to be in the wrong place compared to what we are used to in Grants Pass.  After a bit of searching, we saw the comet. It was somewhat faint in the still glowing northwestern skies, but we could see the comet and the tail if we looked carefully.  There was no way I could get any kind of photo, but there are so many great ones that people have posted that I didn’t feel like we missed much.  At least we got to see in in person.  Later, when we returned to Grants Pass, even though the comet was supposedly visible, we never saw it again.  In Grants Pass we are in the western part of the time zone and at the time that the comet is visible, there is still considerable light.  There also was a bit of haze from a California fire and of course the lights from the small city of Grants Pass are still bright enough to cause some interference.  I was glad we were in the mountains with less ambient light for at least one night so that we saw the comet.  I doubt either of us will be around in just under 7,000 years when it returns.

After three days we deemed our Cascade Lakes National Scenic Byway trip to be a great success. We settled into bed after our long day and evening knowing we had until noon to have a leisurely breakfast the next morning before breaking camp and traveling south toward Klamath Falls for another night out before going over the pass toward home.

Wednesday, July 15, 2020

07-15-2020 A Day at Crane Prairie Reservoir

We woke slowly after such a dark and quiet night.  There are so many different lakes in the chain of Cascade Lakes that we had to make a decision whether we wanted to explore or to stay home on our first day.  After spending yesterday driving, we decided that we would stay home and enjoy our local campground and lake for a day before attempting to explore any more of the beautiful Cascade Lakes that were scattered along the Cascade Lakes Highway.

Crane Prairie Reservoir is a large, shallow reservoir  created in 1922

Kayaking in the early part of the day always seems best.  Usually the winds aren’t strong and the sun is still not high overhead.  It can get really hot out on the water in a kayak without much protection.  We launched right after morning coffee with a plan to stay out on the water for a reasonable amount of time and then return home for a more substantial breakfast.

It was a personal test for me.  Could I still manage to get in and out of the kayak?  On the previous day, when we loaded up the boats at home, I was relieved to find out that lifting the boat and strapping it down didn’t cause me any problems.  My arms are still strong enough and my legs can still hold me up ok for that job, especially early in the morning when I am strongest.  The test yet to come was getting back out of the boat, and that thought was in the back of my mind as we slid out onto the water.  Getting into the boat wasn’t a problem at all with the shallow, sandy beach. 

Notice the underwater fire pit

South Sister on the left, Broken top in the middle, and Mt Bachelor (famous ski mountain) on the right

Before the dam was built in 1922, the area was covered by prairie and served as a habitat for cranes, which was the inspiration for the name of the lake. The construction of the original rock-filled dam flooded most of Crane Prairie and parts of the nearby forest, killing many trees. In order to recover timber, the reservoir was drained on a regular basis. Because of leakage through the original rock-filled dam, in 1940 the Bureau of Reclamation rebuilt the dam as an earthfill structure 36 feet in height and 285 feet in length. When full, the reservoir has a capacity of 55,300 acre feet.

Crane Prairie Reservoir is part of the larger Deschutes Project by the Bureau of Reclamation, which also includes Wickiup Reservoir, Haystack Reservoir, the Crooked River Pumping Plant, and North Unit Main Canal. The project was created to supply irrigation water for a total of 97,000 acres of land in the vicinity of the town of Madras which is north of Bend, Oregon.

In late summer, the reservoir is lowered as water for irrigation is withdrawn from it, leaving large areas of the lakebed exposed. We were especially lucky on this trip because our timing was just right.  The lake was very full, and yet as we drove past Wickiup on our way south, that reservoir was so low there was no water at the west end. Both lakes have moderately alkaline water with a high mineral content, slightly higher than the waters of other lakes in the region. Sometimes during the summer the water’s pH level is exceptionally high, caused by the algae that often reach bloom proportions. Much like Klamath Lake, phosphorus concentration in the lake is high and the lake will sometimes turn green as pea soup.  Our camp host told us that about two week previous to our visit the lake was completely green. One of the issues with having to make reservations to camp at any of the local campgrounds is that there is no way of knowing when you make the reservation whether the lake will be low and the water might be green. 

We discovered that Crane Prairie Reservoir is one of the most important wildlife viewing areas in central Oregon. The lake is dotted with tall stumps of the flooded trees which now provide nesting places for osprey and the reservoir is home to the largest nesting colony in the Pacific Northwest. Other species of birds include bald eagles, cormorants, blue herons, kingfishers, sandhill cranes, and Canada geese. In 1970, the Crane Prairie Osprey Management Area was established here to protect this special haven.

On our first morning kayaking the lake, we paddled south toward the outlet of the Deschutes River.  Our plan was to stay out only an hour before turning back, making sure that all my parts were working properly and that I wouldn’t get worn out so much I couldn’t get out of the boat.

It was a lovely paddle, with mostly calm winds and clear water until we approached the southern end of the lake where algae was accumulating in the water and the bugs found us.  As the sun rose higher, it was time to turn around.  We didn’t make it all the way to the river, but there is always next time.  We did see an eagle, cormorants, ospreys, and several types of ducks. 

Once we got back to our little beach, I made a small attempt to rise from my boat, and realized that my original plan for getting out of the kayak was needed.  I simply slid my legs over the side and rolled into the water on my knees.  It worked perfectly.  Looks like I will be able to continue kayaking for a bit longer without having to worry about getting in and out as long as we find nice smooth launch sites with no current to take the boat away while exiting.  I was thrilled to say the least, and all that underlying worry was gone.

We settled in after our late breakfast in our chairs, opening our awning for some nice shade and read our kindles to while away the hours until we decided it was time to do a bit of exploring in the car.  Cultus Lake wasn’t too far from where we were camped and it looked like an inviting place.  Within a few miles, we were driving up the graveled road to the resort and were shocked to find a completely different atmosphere from our laid back family campground.  Cultus Lake Resort was busy and crowded, and the beach was full of people with all sorts of water craft and kids.  It was noisy. 

The lake itself was quite lovely, deep and dark blue and I would imagine with it being a lake rather than a reservoir it might not turn green or lose water to an irrigation project.  We checked out the nearby campground, which was incredibly tight and crowded, and completely full.  I think it might be a nice place at a different time of year, but in spite of the beautiful lake, we weren’t particular entranced and made no plans to return.  Our favorite kind of kayaking includes inlets and side streams and waterways that we can explore and this pretty blue lake seemed to have every shoreline completely visible from where we stood at the parking area.

Back to camp after our foray we had another easy supper of great food brought from home.  As evening approached the afternoon winds died down a bit and we again launched at our little beach.  This time we paddled in the opposite direction, around the small peninsula at the other end of the campground toward the Crane Prairie Resort and a full hookup RV campground.  The camp looked quite extensive through the trees, and the little store was small and tidy.  We had visited the resort the previous afternoon so had no need to get out of the boats.  When we checked it out we saw that on the door was a sign saying only 4 people at a time were allowed inside and only if they were masked. 

It was a perfect sunny warm day in a quiet campground with a great view and a sweet little beach.  Perfect kayak weather, dark night skies, and a roaring campfire and roasted marshmallows to complete the evening. We needed a good night’s rest because our adventure for the next day included an early departure with plans to kayak the beautiful Elk Lake as early in the morning as we could manage.

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

07-14-2020 A Long Overdue Trip to the Cascade Lakes

A few years ago, when Mo’s brother Roger lived in La Pine, Oregon, we traveled to his home for a lovely reunion with extended family.  The first time was in 2004 when we still had the sailboat, and one of our favorite memories is of sailing in wild winds on Wickiup Reservoir with the brothers.  It was a wild ride, and shortly after that Mo decided to sell the sailboat since most of our Oregon mountain lakes are small and the winds mostly go in circles. 

Mo and her brother Don sailing her West Wight Potter 15 foot sailboat on Wickiup in 2004

When we went for the next reunion in 2010 we had our kayaks, and spent a lovely day going down the Deschutes River as far as the waterfall northwest of La Pine, and then spent a day kayaking the two small Twin Lakes that are adjacent to Wickiup.  Both the reservoir and Twin Lakes are located near the southern end of the of the Cascade Lakes National Scenic Byway. 

It was easy to travel to La Pine when Roger lived there, but he and his wife Nancy moved north around 2014 and we didn’t have much of a reason to get back to the area, short of driving by on our route north along Highway 97 to some distant northern destination.

Kayaking Twin Lakes in 2010 in our first kayaks

As we were traveling this past week, we both tried to remember if either of us had actually driven the entire length of the 66 mile historic road. Neither of us could remember, and sadly it was prior to blogging days.  Mo thought she may have driven it once prior to the time we met and traveled together, and I think I might have done the same when I visited Oregon in the 90’s when I still lived in Idaho and daughter Melody lived in Medford.  A good reminder of why I try to make sure I keep up with the blog! 

We talked almost every summer about how it would be a great destination for camping, with many lakes and reservoirs tempting us with gorgeous views and great kayaking, interspersed with several campgrounds, both USFS, BLM, and private resorts on some of the lakes.  Each time we would think about doing the trip, something would interfere.  Last year we were recuperating from 3 months away during the winter, and camped closer to home.  The previous year we were adjusting to our new home and decided to stay close.  In 2017 we were in the midst of building that new home and didn’t go much of anywhere, and in 2016 we traveled farther north to another family reunion in far northeastern Oregon along the Columbia River.  And on it goes, ad nauseum.  Several years prior to that, by the time we got around to thinking about heading north to the Cascade Lakes, the summer fires were spreading thick smoke all across Oregon and we had no desire to go camping anywhere. 

Finally, this year, we looked at each other a few weeks ago and said, “This might be the year for the Cascade Lakes!”  Of course this year we have Covid19, and a new policy of almost all USFS campgrounds requiring reservations.  I started searching and found that finding a spot wasn’t going to be easy.  Some of the smaller campgrounds on the more scenic natural lakes were booked solid for months.

I stayed flexible, clicking on the “next available site” several times when trying to settle on a reservation through Reserve America. We finally settled on a site that looked somewhat close to the lake (upper far left by the boat ramp) and seemed roomy enough for our 26 foot MoHo and made a reservation for 3 days.  We planned to use Crane Prairie Reservoir as a jumping off point for exploring the many beautiful lakes in the area.  Remembering the campground at Wickiup from our previous explorations, we expected the campground to be crowded and dry, and probably noisy.  With very little available, we were happy to at least find a reservation.

The weather gods have been with us this year, with a rather cool spring and so far we have clear skies and no smokes coming our way from California.  The triple digits will arrive for the first time this summer tomorrow, but a few days ago, when we got on the road for the trip to the other side of the mountain, predictions were for weather to be clear with temps in the 80’s.  Perfect!

I really love the RV TRIP WIZARD app and thanks to Erin who told me about it

Our route to the east side of the Cascades is a bit different now that we live in Grants Pass. We traveled east toward Shady Cove where my daughter Deborah lives, driving along the Rogue River toward Lost Creek Reservoir.  We have happy memories of that spot as well, camping there for our very first outing in our very first baby MoHo back in 2005.

I was just learning to knit when we camped at Lost Creek Reservoir in 2005

We haven’t returned to Lost Creek because it is a reservoir that rises and falls and by this time of year it has a very steep, very brown dirty and rocky shoreline below the waterline far above.  Not our favorite kind of lake, especially with fast boats stirring things up. Mo remembers that the boat launch ramp was steep and extremely long and not conducive to kayak launches.

Meadow view from our campsite near Diamond Lake in 2007

Our route continued north and east, beyond Diamond Lake (where we have also camped), past the north entrance to Crater Lake and down the long straight highway intercepting the familiar Highway 97 route north toward Bend.  There are several ways to access the Cascade Lakes from different directions, but we chose to follow the old route near La Pine, near brother Roger’s previous home, past Wickiup Reservoir, and on to another forest service road that was blessedly paved to our destination campground.

I love that feeling as we approach a new site in a new place.  In spite of photos and reviews and descriptions, there is no way of knowing what it will be like.  Part of the adventure, I guess.  We turned into the quite large campground and wound our way around to Site 114 in the Blue Loop and attempted to settle in.  Next door to us was a man in an older RV with a very big dog running a very noisy generator and cooking something on his outdoor stove that was just feet from our picnic table.  Our door opened right into his space. Not a particularly good omen.  Then, as we attempted to level the rig, the levelers reached their maximum extent with the bubble nowhere near the line on the level.  Hmmm.  How many blocks could be put under the rig to get it level.  I thought for a minute, and noticing all the empty sites with little reserved stickers on them, I wondered out loud if it might be possible to request a move.  My little handicap tag might be helpful in this case, maybe an ADA site was possibly open?

Leaving Mo at the site with the rig, I drove back through the winding roads to the entrance where we had seen a camp host.  Faye Winkler came right out of her rig, and was so cheery and accommodating.  She told us that most sites were reserved but she wanted to try for a site that we could occupy for our entire reservation, and within minutes she was leading me back through the campground to site 103.  We couldn’t have asked for a better site.  The beach was right across the road from us, we had only one neighbor on the door side of the rig who was facing the other direction, and no one either behind us or on the bedroom window side of the MoHo.  Perfect!  Something to mention about this campground as well is that all the roads are paved, and perfect for tooling around on bikes. The view from our site was perfect, the lake and South Sister in the distance and no rigs in front of us.

With no hookups, setting up was a snap, leveling was miniscule in the flat site, and shortly we had our chairs and small table set up on the rug in the north side shade of the rig.  We had eaten lunch on the way north, so the afternoon was wide open.  After a rest and a cool glass of wine we decided to take Mattie down to the beach.  Readers may remember that Mattie doesn’t like to swim.  She can do it, but has never tried to get in the water on her own except for that last trip to the coast when she mistakenly jumped into a river that was a bit too deep.

This time she was on leash and when Mo and I walked into the cool clean water on the nice sandy bottom she followed us right in.  What fun!  I had treats in my pocket and got her to swim to us several times.  I think she liked it because the water was quiet with no waves and not shockingly cold. 

After a little bit though, her enthusiasm waned and she decided it was time to swim back to shore.  It was fun playing with her in the water and after 5 years with this little dog, she is finally accepting that she won’t die if she goes in.  Just recently we were watching precious videos of Abby who loved the water so very much that she would start whining when we got within a mile of a beach.  Each family pet has their own personality, and while Mattie doesn’t swim like Abby did, she also doesn’t have anxiety issues like Abby did and we are blessed to be able to leave her for hours if need be in the rig with no problems. That was never an option with Abby.

As the evening settled in we unloaded the firewood we brought from home so we would be ready for our after dinner campfire.  Dinner was simple and wonderful.  I had spent most of the previous day cooking for the trip and at the time wondered if it was really worth it.  No question, it definitely was!  We had tri tip sandwiches, home baked chicken fingers, spaghetti, and yummy salads without any special effort at dinnertime.  Such a treat.

The evening fire was big and beautiful, and I enjoyed once again pulling the marshmallows out of the freezer for my personal treat.  It isn’t that they are so great, but it is so satisfying to toast one perfectly and pop it into your mouth all hot and drippy and sticky.  Silly stuff.  Funny thing, we both began to wonder who invented marshmallows and who decided that they could actually be toasted.  I had no internet at the campground in spite of the 2 bars of 4G reception on the phone.  We had to wait a few days to discover that marshmallows were around since Egyptian times made from the mallow plant, but officially invented sometime in the 1850’s using the same ingredient.  Nowadays they most often have gelatin in them, which makes toasting marshmallows a bit difficult for vegans unless they could make their own with the original ingredients.  First toasting of marshmallows for s’mores seems to be recorded in the Girl Scout Camping Cookbook from the 1920’s.  It is always funny to me the questions that come up and how strange it feels to not be able to immediately go to the internet for the answer.  We are all so very spoiled.

In spite of our fears of a noisy campground, it was actually very quiet, even with kids and campers walking about, and as the night progressed into inky darkness the stars came out one by one as we let the fire settle down.  In the middle of the night I woke up to look at the stars and was thrilled to see the Milky Way right above me and gazillions of brilliant stars lighting up the skies.  The air was cool but not cold and the night among the lodgepole pines was just about close to perfect