Bill Beers
Explorer
Day 1, June 20, 2013.
Tualatin to Clear Lake. Route.
A year ago, fresh from a camping adventure in the Ochoco NF with my friends, (last year's report here,) I started plotting out a new route for 2013.
Driving all the way from PDX to Prineville after work on a Thursday night was just a little too much last year. We got in very late last year, so my goal this year was to get to our overnight halt with an hour or so of daylight left. Plus, I figured that going on the solstice weekend, (and a supermoon to boot!,) would make this pretty easy. I picked a spot on the north side of Clear Lake, (due south of Mt. Hood, on Hwy 26,) that I'd stayed at before, some years ago. Staying on the lake would cut ~80 miles off our Thursday driving bill, (though we'd have to pay it eventually!)
In the course of planning this camp-out with my friends over the last year, it gradually morphed from a car-camping trip in to a Top Gear-esque, challenged based off tarmac adventure. With that in mind, (and because I'd been wanting both a manual and a beater for some time,) I picked up an '83 Tercel w/344K on the clock for $300 last Christmas.

This was Eric's, (left,) first trip with us. Rod, (picking up Pat's stuff,) was a veteran from last year.

Dave, (in orange on top of the Cruiser,) and I load up the water, fuel and food. Next year, those coolers are going somewhere else. COG, exposure to sun, PITA to get to are all reasons I shouldn't have put them there.


We waited for Pat to arrive. He was under the assumption that we were leaving at 7 on the dot. A miscommunication that I'll take some blame for, (after re-reading the Facebook event page I made.) Eventually he arrived, and we were ready to roll out: Pat and I in the Tercel, Dave and Rod in Dave's ~'91 Explorer, and Eric in the Landcruiser, (we thought having a "support" rig would be prudent!)

I hand Rod the first challenge envelope and he reads it to us: "Congratulations on your choice to take the 2013 Ochoco Challenge! Over the course of the next few days, you'll be treated to breathtaking views, exciting roads, great food, and a series of challenges! Time to load up, your first challenge is 18 miles away!"

We all piled into our cars, and the troupe followed me out through Damascus to the Sandy Fred Meyer, where we all topped off with fuel. As we traveled east, the sky got darker, and we hit spots of rain and mist. This weighed on my mind, for I'd made the decision to go sans tent this year, opting for just a cot and my sleeping bag/shell. As we pulled into the very wet parking lot of Freddy's, Gob Bluth was in my mind: "I've made a huge mistake."
After fueling up, Dave read the next envelope:
"Greetings hardy wheel-men! For this challenge you must be efficient! Namely, you must burn as little fuel as possible to reach the overnight camping spot at Clear Lake, and on to Maupin the following morning, a total distance of 88.3 miles. You will refill at the lone gas station in Maupin and see how you stack up against the competition."
We left Sandy and the Explorer lead us just east of town to Calamity Jane's for dinner. Their website needs some work, but the burgers were good.
As we started to climb up 26, we pulled off at a weigh station for another challenge:
"Hello intrepid adventurers. Fortune favors the prepared. The team with the heaviest vehicle clearly has the most stuff, and as such, must be the most prepared. Weigh your vehicle, with team. Highest weight wins this challenge."
It was raining pretty hard at this point, so no one got out to take any pictures, but the tally was, in first place weighing in at 6200 lbs was the Landcruiser, 2nd, at 5100, the Explorer, and in third place, my packed to the gills, but still svelte, the superleggera-Tercel weighed in at 3200. I may have lost this challenge, but there was no way I'd lose the mileage challenge!
The rain slacked a bit after the Hwy 35 cutoff, and by the time we'd driven down to the shore of Clear Lake, (very popular that weekend!,) it was dark and wet. While the other guys set up the pair of tents, I found a big fir to set my cot up under. We sat by the fire for an hour or so, but eventually, the steady drizzle chased us to our beds.
Next: On to Maupin!
Tualatin to Clear Lake. Route.
A year ago, fresh from a camping adventure in the Ochoco NF with my friends, (last year's report here,) I started plotting out a new route for 2013.
Driving all the way from PDX to Prineville after work on a Thursday night was just a little too much last year. We got in very late last year, so my goal this year was to get to our overnight halt with an hour or so of daylight left. Plus, I figured that going on the solstice weekend, (and a supermoon to boot!,) would make this pretty easy. I picked a spot on the north side of Clear Lake, (due south of Mt. Hood, on Hwy 26,) that I'd stayed at before, some years ago. Staying on the lake would cut ~80 miles off our Thursday driving bill, (though we'd have to pay it eventually!)
In the course of planning this camp-out with my friends over the last year, it gradually morphed from a car-camping trip in to a Top Gear-esque, challenged based off tarmac adventure. With that in mind, (and because I'd been wanting both a manual and a beater for some time,) I picked up an '83 Tercel w/344K on the clock for $300 last Christmas.

This was Eric's, (left,) first trip with us. Rod, (picking up Pat's stuff,) was a veteran from last year.

Dave, (in orange on top of the Cruiser,) and I load up the water, fuel and food. Next year, those coolers are going somewhere else. COG, exposure to sun, PITA to get to are all reasons I shouldn't have put them there.


We waited for Pat to arrive. He was under the assumption that we were leaving at 7 on the dot. A miscommunication that I'll take some blame for, (after re-reading the Facebook event page I made.) Eventually he arrived, and we were ready to roll out: Pat and I in the Tercel, Dave and Rod in Dave's ~'91 Explorer, and Eric in the Landcruiser, (we thought having a "support" rig would be prudent!)

I hand Rod the first challenge envelope and he reads it to us: "Congratulations on your choice to take the 2013 Ochoco Challenge! Over the course of the next few days, you'll be treated to breathtaking views, exciting roads, great food, and a series of challenges! Time to load up, your first challenge is 18 miles away!"

We all piled into our cars, and the troupe followed me out through Damascus to the Sandy Fred Meyer, where we all topped off with fuel. As we traveled east, the sky got darker, and we hit spots of rain and mist. This weighed on my mind, for I'd made the decision to go sans tent this year, opting for just a cot and my sleeping bag/shell. As we pulled into the very wet parking lot of Freddy's, Gob Bluth was in my mind: "I've made a huge mistake."
After fueling up, Dave read the next envelope:
"Greetings hardy wheel-men! For this challenge you must be efficient! Namely, you must burn as little fuel as possible to reach the overnight camping spot at Clear Lake, and on to Maupin the following morning, a total distance of 88.3 miles. You will refill at the lone gas station in Maupin and see how you stack up against the competition."
We left Sandy and the Explorer lead us just east of town to Calamity Jane's for dinner. Their website needs some work, but the burgers were good.
As we started to climb up 26, we pulled off at a weigh station for another challenge:
"Hello intrepid adventurers. Fortune favors the prepared. The team with the heaviest vehicle clearly has the most stuff, and as such, must be the most prepared. Weigh your vehicle, with team. Highest weight wins this challenge."
It was raining pretty hard at this point, so no one got out to take any pictures, but the tally was, in first place weighing in at 6200 lbs was the Landcruiser, 2nd, at 5100, the Explorer, and in third place, my packed to the gills, but still svelte, the superleggera-Tercel weighed in at 3200. I may have lost this challenge, but there was no way I'd lose the mileage challenge!
The rain slacked a bit after the Hwy 35 cutoff, and by the time we'd driven down to the shore of Clear Lake, (very popular that weekend!,) it was dark and wet. While the other guys set up the pair of tents, I found a big fir to set my cot up under. We sat by the fire for an hour or so, but eventually, the steady drizzle chased us to our beds.
Next: On to Maupin!
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