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Heather and I went out hiking tonight in Peavy Arboretum. We did about six or so miles over the course of our two hour jaunt through the research forests. It was a wonderful evening for some relaxation in the woods.
Heather found a couple forest snails on the trail.
Hello friend!
Calloway Reservoir.
Another snail friend.
Today I went bushwhacking in Peavy Arboretum. Or perhaps a better term would be bushwalking.
This is the forestry club cabin. I went to an event here once long ago.
Lush ferns doing their thing.
The trail network is very well maintained in Peavy Arboretum.
Calloway Reservoir. Long ago, Rick, Chris, and I tried to go fly fishing here but were stymied by this very sign!
The George W. Brown Sports Arena. Home of the Oregon State University Logging Sports Team.
Cookies cut. This is a much smaller log than what Timber Joey cuts through.
Pole climbing. It’s a race to the top!
An old weir or diversion of some sort.
Walking through a recent clear cut. I chose the road less followed.
I’m not quite sure which mountain that is in the distance. Mount Hood maybe?
A little campsite at the end of the road.
Bushwhacking to another trial.
I followed forest creature paths through an old growth stand.
A towering tree.
The old Cap House. The inscription reads: “We never carried off any dead or anything like that.’ Built in 1937 by the Civilian Conservation Corps, the Cap House was designed to store the blasting caps for various projects, such as stump removal, on road clearing projects and rock quarrying. The caps stored here were silver-dollar sized incendiary devices that, when lit, caused the powder to heat up and explode. The caps were housed separately from the powder to eliminate accidents. The quote above demonstrates the success of this effort.”
Looking down into the valley where Soap Creek runs.
The path through a clearcut.
Marys Peak in the distance. It still has snow on top.
In a dense stand of 2nd or 3rd growth timber.
The trees all lean to the side because this area is a slow-moving landslide. After this picture, I hiked several miles through about 15 year old underbrush to get out of the forest. Rather than bother with the normal roads and trails, I decided to go through the thick of things to see something different. It wasn’t very photogenic, but it was fun.
A wildlife tree.
Or rather a wildlife stump.
Almost out of the forest.
