Trip report time!
Monday was my girlfriend's and my fourth anniversary, so we celebrated with a five day long trip around eastern Oregon. For those unfamiliar with the geography and climate of Oregon, the western third of the state is low and very wet, and houses the vast majority of the population. The eastern two thirds, however, is on a high plateau and is dry desert. The further east you go, the sparser and sparser the population. Harney County, where we would be spending much of our trip, contains fewer than 0.8 people per square mile, 38th sparsest county in the nation. It is very, very empty out there.
For this trip, we picked up a couple new pieces of equipment, my thoughts on which I will give as we go: a Seattle Sports 5-gallon solar shower and a Spot Connect system. I also picked up a new pair of Smith Serpico sunglasses in Silver/Platinum since my last pair is at the bottom of the Deschutes River, thanks to my girlfriend's sister's husband not hanging on down a set of rapids and slamming into me, knocking them off my head. Thanks, Alex. :elkgrin:
Day 1: Portland to Hells Canyon
We left Portland at about 9:00 on Saturday, intending to reach Hat Point, which overlooks Hells Canyon, the deepest river gorge in North America. Our journey for the day totaled 291 miles, which my mapping software indicated should approximately 9 hours. Already, we found one of the flaws with the Solar Shower: the rubber from which it is constructed is a little on the fragile side. As we were packing, I was filling it with the hose so it would get nice and warm on our drive, when it slipped off the deck railing and fell a few feet onto the gravel below. The bag ripped in three places, and the shower nozzle broke in half. I patched the rubber with a bike inner tube kit I had in the garage, and epoxied the nozzle back together.
The drive along I-84 was, as usual, uneventful. The truck cruises beautifully, purring along at 75 MPH, turning barely 2000 RPM, getting about 17 MPG. Wind noise is an issue, however, and above 65 MPH, conversation with my lovely passenger proved difficult, as did hearing the radio. Tire noise from the Cooper STTs is surprisingly minimal for a mud tire, with only a dull, low-pitched hum is heard from them, certainly not as bad as I've come to expect from knobby tires.
<Shaft Theme Song>Who's the guy with awesome sunglasses? Sam! Can ya' dig it?</Shaft theme Song>
Just outside of Portland, we turned on the Spot Connect to track our trip. If you're unfamiliar with the Spot system, it is a family of emergency locator beacons that use the GlobalStar satellite system. The Spot Connect system interfaces with iPhones and Android phones, and are controllable via said phone over Bluetooth. To turn on tracking, send an OK message or a non-emergency "Help" message, the Spot must be controlled by a phone. While this may seem cumbersome, the Spot Connect device has an SOS button on its side which works sans phone, and the advantage of it connecting to the phone is that it allows you to send a short text message over the GlobalStar system to any number of pre-programmed addresses. The system has a couple little quirks, but once you've got them figured out, it really works quite well, and I'm pretty satisfied with it. It would be nice if it had buttons for tracking, OK, and Help on the device, but the ability to send arbitrary messages ("We're OK, but plz bring a rear U-joint") more than makes up for it. A couple pieces of foam tape stick it to the dash something fierce.
We turned off I-84 at Pendleton, and drove on little state roads from Pendleton to Imnaha. Both my girlfriend and I grew up in farm country, and, as much as I love living in the city, the change in scenery, from Mercedes Benzes to tractors, from grey concrete to golden hay fields, was wonderful. We stopped in Enterprise for fuel, and learned very quickly that out in the country, this truck catches a lot of attention. In fact, for the rest of the trip, everywhere we stopped, someone would come up and talk to me about the truck. It's a huge compliment that people like the old Dodge so much, but it's a little disconcerting to be so conspicuous while traveling.
Freshly-baled hay along SR-11
At the town of Joseph, we took a wrong turn and accidentally wound up along Wallowa Lake, which is along the Wallowa Mountains, a series of 9,000 and 10,000 ft peaks. The lake was beautiful, the mountains were beautiful, and we even ran into a very, very tame deer. The unintentional detour set us back a half hour, but in the end, it was worth it. We'll be back to explore this area further, some other trip.
Wallowa Lake with the Wallowa Mountains in the background
'Sup.
We made it to Imnaha around 6:00, about two hours behind schedule. This, it would turn out, would plague our trip, as my mapping software apparently thinks everyone cruises around at 90+ MPH on twisty country roads (and it didn't help that I missed my turn in Joseph). Said software also fails to take into account how slow one travels on gravel and dirt roads, and continues its expectation that you will be driving at Grand Prix speeds.
Hat Point Rd. is a 23 mile stretch of washboarded gravel road that leads up a ridge that juts out into Hells Canyon, on the Oregon-Idaho border. It's surrounded on three sides by the deepest river gorge on the continent, and the views from the lookout at the end of the road are nothing short of spectacular. The canyon was shrouded in haze from various forest fires across the state, and the view looked more like a painting than reality. It's hard to believe just how deep and wide this canyon is. Near Hat Point, the Snake River has created a canyon 8,000 ft deep, and the opposite rim is over five miles away.
The view from our tent.
We set our tent a few feet from the canyon rim, and went to sleep under the brightest moon I've ever seen.