Aborted Attempt at McCulloch Peak

Today I took a hike up toward McCulloch Peak.

 

 

The treat of rain was ever-present but I pressed on anyway.

Spring is a month late to Oregon this year.

 

 

 

Ferns uncurling their fiddle heads.

 

 

Moss sending out spores to start the next generation.

 

I turned off the road leading to Uproute Trail onto a side spur that turned into a muddy single-track path through the forest.  Lots of bike tracks on the path but no footprints.  Someone recently had done some work on the fallen logs to make them easier to pass over with a bicycle.

 

A tree fallen over a creek buried deep in a ravine.

 

Someone recently notched this tree out.

 

Partway up to the 7071 road, I found a plank course setup across some pick-up-sticks fallen down trees.  The route isn’t quite finished at the end yet but it’s getting close to being done.  I wonder who is building out in the forest.  The College of Forestry would probably be pretty irritated if they discovered all of this work in their forest lands.

 

I would suggest getting off at the bottom of this plank set.  Otherwise you’ll end up halfway down a log with nowhere to go except to the ground — crashing to the ground.

 

The approach and first two plank routes.

 

RIDE THE PLANK!

 

Another notched log to aid in the passage of bicycles.

 

A notched and flattened log across a creek.  All the bike tracks lead to that log.  Epic crossing.

 

The top of the trail.  It comes out part-way along the 7071 road.

 

The trail.

 

Looking north along the road.  The trail is just to the right of me.

 

I was planning to continue up to the top of McCulloch  Peak but the clouds suddenly set down on me and the wind picked up.  Already being wet from the underbrush on the trail, I decided to head downhill rather than find myself on top of a mountain in a rain storm.

 

 

 

Partway down, the clouds lifted for just long enough to get a picture looking toward Sulfur Springs and Soap Creek.

 

 

 

Some happy moss protected by jealous poison oak that is still dormant but yet quite capable of producing the skin condition that so many people are susceptible to while tromping through brush.\

 

 

The verdant creek bottom.

 


A tributary creek coming off the west flank of Dimple Hill.

 

 

The forest stream making happy little noises.

 

Just as I left the forest, the rain started.  I managed to not get completely soaked but I didn’t quite get up to the top of McCulloch Peak today.  Maybe someday soon spring will finally come to Oregon and outdoor activities will be a little less soggy.  One can hope anyway.