Grand Olallie Lake Loop - October 6, 2019 / April 18, 2020 by Matt Reeder

After mostly taking a few years off from the Mount Jefferson area after the publication of 101 Hikes in the Majestic Mount Jefferson Region in 2016, I decided to go back and begin exploring the area again in 2019. I will be writing about some of these experiences here.

***Olallie Lake in the morning, just before we started our hike.***

There’s just something about Olallie Lake that feels like home for me. I’ve been coming here since I was a kid, and every time I go back, I am overcome with wonder at the beauty to be seen everywhere. I suppose it helps that Olallie Lake is not close to anywhere, and is never the easiest place to access. I have always felt that if it were easier to access, it would be as popular as Lost Lake.

My buddy Gene loves Olallie Lake as much as I do, perhaps even more. So whenever he suggests we go to Olallie Lake, I am almost always inclined to go. He had never been to Ruddy Hill or Breitenbush Lake, and I had some trails I wanted to hike again; with that in mind, we decided to make a long loop from Olallie Lake to Breitenbush Lake, up and over the Gibson Lake Trail, down the Horseshoe Lake Trail, down to Monon Lake and back via the traditional Monon-Olallie Lake Loop. It is the grand tour of Olallie country, and it was a hell of a lot of fun.

We began by walking along the road to the Red Lake Trail, about 1/3 of a mile from the Olallie Lake Resort. From there, we found the Red Lake Trail and hiked it to Top Lake, and then up to the Pacific Crest Trail. Normally I would just start on the PCT and hike it to this same junction, but Gene had a point: the Red Lake Trail is more scenic. And it was on this day too, as the huckleberry along the trail was showing off its wonderfully red fall color display.

We reached Lower Lake soon after, and it was looking beautiful this morning!

***Lower Lake on a cold fall morning.***

Gene had never been past Top Lake so the next few miles were all new to him. We followed the Pacific Crest Trail for a few miles into the woods, occasionally coming across patches of snow. Not too far past Lower Lake is a large meadow with an excellent view of Mount Jefferson:

When we reached the Ruddy Hill junction, we decided to skip the summit. The photo lighting was terrible and we had many more miles to go. So on we went.

After around 6 miles from Olallie Lake, we reached the PCT trailhead at Breitenbush Lake. I had just passed through the area a few weeks earlier on a long trip to Park Ridge, but I’m always exciting to make it to this trailhead. All road access is terrible, and I don’t make it here very often. Gene had never been to Breitenbush Lake either, so it was all new to him. We followed the Skyline Road a few hundred yards east to the campground at Breitenbush Lake, where we stopped for lunch.

***The view of Breitenbush Lake from the campsite where we had lunch.***

Breitenbush Lake is just inside the Warm Springs Reservation, and is mostly closed to non-tribal members. You can camp at the campground but you must follow the rules. Here are the rules:

After lunch, we walked the Skyline Road east to the Gibson Lake Trail, which is an old part of the Skyline Trail. The trail departs from near the eastern end of Breitenbush Lake and traverses the bluffs above Horseshoe Lake before meeting the Pacific Crest Trail only a few hundred yards from the junction with both the Ruddy Hill Trail and Horseshoe Saddle Trail. It had been eight years since I had hiked the Gibson Lake Trail, so I was happy to be back. The trail does pass through the reservation, but hiking is allowed provided you do not camp, fish, hunt or collect berries.

Gibson Lake is absolutely gorgeous:

After lingering a little while at Gibson Lake, we continued on the Gibson Lake Trail. The trail passes one of the finest views of Olallie Lake’s basin, a view few people ever get:

***All lined up: Horseshoe Lake, Monon Lake, Olallie Lake, Olallie Butte and Mount Hood.***

The trail got a little snowy near the junction with the PCT but the way was never in doubt. Once on the PCT, we hiked the short distance north to the Horseshoe Saddle Trail. This is a really nice trail that descends gently for a mile to Horseshoe Lake. Once at Horseshoe Lake, we turned left and walked the Skyline Road downhill for a mile to Monon Lake, where we regained trail. From here, it was back to the car on the Olallie-Monon Lake loop that both Gene and I have hiked so many times.

***Monon Lake and Olallie Butte in the afternoon light.***

The last few miles went pretty fast, even though our legs began to get a little tired. The weather was absolutely perfect: warm in the sun and a little chilly in the shade, with a light breeze. We were almost alone up there, aside from a few people on kayaks out on Olallie Lake. As always, we stopped for photos of Olallie Lake with its classic view of Mount Jefferson:

All in all, it was a fantastic day! Well, mostly fantastic: when we got to the Olallie Lake Resort, I was able to listen to the last inning of the Cardinals playoff game, and they ended up losing. Boo! So it was mostly a great day. As we drove out the bumpy road (bumpier this year than in the previous few years) and back to Portland, we were grateful to for a full day of exploration in Olallie Country, one of our favorite places.

***A map of our adventure. What a day it was!***

Jefferson Lake Trail - May 28, 2019 / April 4, 2020 by Matt Reeder

One of these days I’ll hike the entire Jefferson Lake Trail.

This trail has been on my mind for years, just sitting there, taking up space. I’ve been to the trailhead to look around, to hike a short distance, to take in the views on the road in…to just be there. This corner of the Mount Jefferson Wilderness is seldom traveled, but beloved by those who know it well.

I first visited this area in July 2012, while Wendy and I were camping along the Metolius River. After hiking the Metolius River Trail upstream from Wizard Falls in the morning, we drove out to the Jefferson Lake Trailhead to go check out the huge trees in the afternoon. Driving into the area, it felt like were passing into a different world, one forgotten after the B+B Fire ravaged the area in 2003. The views on the drive in are almost alien; I can’t think of another place in Oregon that really looks like this:

***Driving towards the Jefferson Lake Trailhead, July 2012.***

All we were able to do that day was to visit the two enormous Rocky Mountain Douglas firs along the trail, not even 200 yards from the trailhead. Not long after we visited, my friend Brad came here and managed to make it all the way to Table Lake, and back. His report on Portland Hikers stayed with me, and paradoxically made me want to hike this trail even more. It’s worth reading if you’ve got some time; it’s a fantastic piece of Type 2 fun.

I returned in 2015 to hike as much of the trail as I could. We were staying along the Metolius River, and spent the first day of our trip exploring Green Ridge. Rainy, cold weather drifted in on day 2 of our trip, and we were lucky to get a window to go explore the Jefferson Lake Trail. To my surprise, we found the trail in good shape for the first mile or so from the trailhead. Brush began to encroach on the trail as followed it through the lava, and by the time we made it to Cougar Spring, it was clear that we needed to turn around. The trail was getting faint, and the weather was letting us know in no uncertain terms that it was time to get out of the mountains. On our way out, however, we did manage to stop and take a few photos of what was an excellent display of fall color:

***Magnificent fall color on the Jefferson Lake Trail.***

I was grateful to make it as far as Cougar Springs (2.2 miles from the trailhead) before what turned out to be a torrential rain began to pour on us. I wrote about this stretch of trail in 101 Hikes in the Majestic Mount Jefferson Region, hoping that others would go check out what trail still existed and help save it from the encroaching tide of snowbrush (ceonothus) that was threatening to overtake the trail for good. Around this time, the Deschutes National Forest proposed permanently decommissioning the Jefferson Lake Trail, cutting off this entire corner of the Mount Jefferson Wilderness from the public.

In the few years after I published 101 Hikes, I would occasionally receive updates from folks who went to explore the Jefferson Lake Trail and found it in better shape than ever. One day, I received word that a citizen group had adopted the trail and was fixing it up. Later on, I received another email telling me that the entire trail, from the Jefferson Lake Trailhead to Patsy Lake, had been brushed out and was again passable (the spur trail to Jefferson Lake itself is believed to still be lost to the brush). Glorious news this was! So I can’t wait to go backpacking here, to Table Lake, to hike this newly saved trail.

So on Memorial Day weekend last year, Gene and I decided to meet up in Sisters to go visit Skylight Cave. I’d never been there before and Gene knew the way. After we visited the cave, I suggested we go explore some of the Jefferson Lake Trail to go see what the wildflower show looked like there. I knew we wouldn’t make it to Table Lake, but I wanted to go see the trail just the same. So we set out on the same route along the Metolius and into Jefferson Creek’s long, brushy canyon. Once we started our hike, I was shocked and dismayed to see that the two enormous Rocky Mountain Douglas firs near the trailhead had fallen in a storm:

This was a shock and a great sadness to me. The tree in the photo was believed to be the largest Rocky Mountain Douglas fir in the country, and it was with profound sadness that I walked through the huge gap between the tree that had been sawed out. That the tree had been sawed out here was also quite surprising; for more information see the article in this link.

We found the trail in excellent shape, as expected. Once we reached the lava field, I was hoping to see flowers growing along the trail. Unfortunately, it seems we were either too early for flowers, or there weren’t any to begin with. Regardless, this is a neat stretch of trail, unique to this corner of the Mount Jefferson Wilderness:

***The trail winds through the Forked Butte Lava Flow.***

***Mount Jefferson and the Forked Butte Lava Flow.***

The Forked Butte Lava Flow is geologically recent, believed to be only 6,500 years old. Forked Butte itself is a peak near the Cascade crest south of Table Lake, near the head of the Jefferson Lake Trail.

As we hiked along our merry way, Gene was less enamored with the Jefferson Lake Trail than I was. He liked lakes and water features, and this stretch of trail might be the driest place in the entire Mount Jefferson Wilderness. So we decided to turn around, and leave me to go explore the Jefferson Lake Trail another day.

So it goes; there’s a beautiful trail that is seldom traveled through the remote eastern corner of the Mount Jefferson Wilderness, and I’ve only hiked a little over 2 miles of it. One of these days I’ll make it there, once and for all. One of these days…

Three Pools and Henline Falls (in the snow!) - February 17, 2019 / April 4, 2020 by Matt Reeder

Franziska of Hike Oregon and I had been talking about finding a good winter hike for awhile. A series of snowstorms in January and February of last year gave us a chance to meet up for a winter exploration, that ended up being more than was expected. Winter adventures are some of the most fun you can have outside, so long as you are prepared for almost any kind of conditions.

We met up at the junction with the Little North Fork Road and carpooled up the canyon to the Willamette National Forest boundary, where winter plowing ends. Here we parked. There was about 2 feet of snow on the road, at least six inches of it fresh snow. When I was growing up in Salem, we spent a lot of our time in the winter exploring the Little North Fork Canyon, and I’ve certainly seen this area in the winter many times before. But it never gets old, and this was one of my better winter explorations here.

Once on the road, we made our way up the road to the junction with Forest Road 2207, which branches off towards Three Pools, Cedar Creek, and eventually, Detroit Lake.

***The junction of Forest Roads 2209 (which goes to Opal Creek) and 2207 (which goes to Shady Cove and beyond) in the snow.***

Winter in the lower elevations of the mountains is a funny thing; a small difference in elevation can mean a huge difference in snowfall. As we began to walk down the road towards Three Pools, the snow depth got lower and lower. By the time we reached Three Pools, we were down to several inches, which made for easier walking conditions. I’ve been to Three Pools many times, but up until this day I had never been there in this much fresh snow. It was a dream come true in some ways, even though the bright skies made for more challenging photography conditions.

***Three Pools with a coat of fresh snow.***

After a long time spent taking photos, we walked back up the road to the 2209 junction and and turned right. It’s only 100 yards or so to the Henline Falls Trailhead from here. As we began to trudge through increasingly deep snow, it quickly became apparent that this was not going to be as easy as the walk down to Three Pools. See what I said above about small differences in elevation meaning huge differences in snowfalls; as we hiked the Henline Falls Trail, some parts of the trail were buried in as much as three feet of snow. Thankfully not all of the trail was like this; other spots were fairly easy going.

***The Henline Falls Trail in about a foot of fresh snow.***

Thankfully, it isn’t a very long ways to Henline Falls, and before too long we found ourselves approaching the falls. Here the trail got a little sketchy, as snow had been falling from the narrow canyon walls and piling up next to the trail. Franziska and I both strongly believe in safety, so we stayed a good distance back from the falls. We found a nice spot to stand and photograph the mesmerizing winter scene. I had never been to Henline Falls in this much snow before, and it was a sight to behold:

After taking a lot of photos, we had to make our way back to her car. It was a nice walk back in the snow, full of good conversation and planning. Cherish good company when you have it!

I’ve been to this area so often in my life that you would think I take it for granted, but I never do; there is something so magical about the Little North Fork canyon. And every time I go back, the magic takes hold of me and I am captivated once again.

It was another excellent day in one of my favorite places.

French Creek Ridge - November 3, 2019 / April 3, 2020 by Matt Reeder

I have always had a bone to pick with the French Creek Ridge Trail. When I was working on 101 Hikes, the area took a backseat until very late in the process of writing the book. Rumors of terrifying roads and rough trail always led me to push it down the pile, until I had no excuses left. I finally made it there in October 2015, but found the rumors to be mostly true. I was glad to knock the hike off my list, but bummed I didn’t have more time to spend in the area.

In 2019, I was brought onto a project to help map out what I refer to as the Majestic Mount Jefferson Region. One of the trails that needed mapping was the French Creek Ridge. How exciting! I decided to bring a group along this time, to make the experience a little less intimidating. So we took one of the last really nice days in the fall to go explore this trail, which had always felt like unfinished business.

I went into this area twice last year (the other trip was to Opal Lake), and in the years since I first published 101 Hikes, the road to the French Creek Ridge Trailhead was in the best shape I’d ever seen. Even the stretch along the cliffs before you reach the trailhead was not as scary as I remember it. Maybe I’ve seen much worse since the first time? In any case, it felt good to get back onto the trails here.

***The rocky crags of Marten Buttes, not far from the trailhead.***

Upon starting our hike, we very quickly discovered that the trail had received some long-overdue maintenance. Not long after I learned that a local trail crew has adopted the length of the French Creek Ridge Trail from Elkhorn Ridge through to Beachie Saddle (although the trail changes names several times, it is a continuous trail), and is in the process of fixing up the trail. I brought along my saw and clippers, and for the first two miles of the trail I barely needed either. The weather was gorgeous as well, cold and crisp with views at almost every turn. Trail maintenance began to taper off after about 2 miles, but it was still in much better shape than it had been in 2015.

***The French Creek Ridge Trail as it crosses a talus slope.***

We reached the junction with the Byars Peak Trail at 2.4 miles. I never got around to hiking the Byars Peak Trail before I finished 101 Hikes, so it was tempting to suggest we follow it down to its trailhead. After a bit of discussion, we decided to continue on towards Mount Beachie. From this point on brush became something of an impediment, but not as much as it had been the previous time. Shortly after the Byars Peak junction the trail begins to descend rapidly away from the rocky crest of the ridge, into the dark forests below the western flanks of Mount Beachie. We followed the trail through the bush and back out, where we arrived at the spot where I turned around in 2015. We stopped for a snack here, while Sarah decided to scramble up to the rocky ridgecrest. With some time to spare, we decided to continue onward to the summit of Mount Beachie.

To my surprise and delight, the trail was in decent shape and was relatively easy to follow, all the way to the trail’s high point at around 4 miles from the trailhead. Sure, there were times when the trail became faint, but at each turn the way was never in doubt. I knew that to find the summit of Mount Beachie you had to bail off the trail and find a faint path to the summit; we missed this faint path, and ended up bushwhacking to the summit, which was quite easy. The view at the summit was not as expansive as I had hoped it would be, but we could still see down to Elk Lake, and southeast to Mount Jefferson. After all these years, it was great to finally stand on the summit of Mount Beachie!

***Looking out to Mount Jefferson from the summit of Mount Beachie.***

With the lack of daylight in early November, any thoughts of further exploration were set aside. Our return trip was wonderful, with the sun shining in our faces and different views to the area all around. We made it back to the car with daylight to spare, feeling full of wonder at the beauty of this corner of the Majestic Mount Jefferson Region. I hope to make it back sometime this year to continue exploring the trails and peaks I have yet to explore. Make it so!

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