Timothy Lake, Oregon – Leading A Horse to Water!

13 09 2013

IMG_0711  This is a quick blog post about a trip to Timothy Lake, Oregon, which I took before my Eastern Oregon byways trip (see last blog). Timothy Lake is 13 miles south of Mount Hood. It’s an easy 1:20 drive from my home. So, if I want to get outside but don’t have a big window of time, sometimes I head up there. If you read my last blog post, you know that I suffered a back injury a couple of weeks prior to this week. Well, it turned out that on this trip, sleeping on hard ground was great. I slept like a baby. I actually slept better than in my own bed. But a week later, at Anthony Lake, everything changed.

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Trees in Oregon grow really tall…!

This post is about happier times. With only a couple of days in the middle of the week free, I hurriedly packed my car and headed up to Timothy Lake. With my back trouble, I left the kayak at home. I found a west facing camping spot – with nice trees above.

I set up camp and then hiked down the lake two campgrounds distant. It was such a pretty day, and my body enjoyed the easy exercise.

Along the way I encountered a family with horses. They did something completely unexpected. They started leading the horses into the water!

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Mom, daughter and horses. All somehow cooperating!

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Daughter learns you can lead a horse to water, but…you can’t…

 

It was so endearing. These big animals, who could cause harm, totally cooperated with the human tenders…even kids. The adults rode them into the lake, and the kids guided them out.

Horses are so gentle. It was something to see! I was sure the horses weren’t comfortable out there in the lake. Yet, they trusted their owners – enough so that they even went beyond standing – even swimming!

I thought that was pretty cool. Then I returned to my campsite. It was a quick walk down to the water, and I enjoyed the sunset with a magazine and a pint of beer.

Then it was time to make a fire, and I had a lot of wood.

IMG_0713I made a “log cabin” style fire, which went up big. Very nice. Following, it was time for dinner. I brought up some freshly made tortellinis, which were easy and delicious. Plus a nice green salad.

Then crawling into my tent, I managed to have a super restful sleep. I had no idea one week later camping would turn out to be so painful.

Till next time!

It is September. This month is usually the best month for enjoying the outdoors. No bugs. Good weather. Crowds – gone after Labor Day. But sadly, my ability to get outdoors is hindered by my back and hip injuries. I am confined to the city, and I am following docs orders and trying to get out before the weather turns!

Wish me luck.





Bachelor Island Paddle in Ridgefield, WA

19 04 2010

In late March 2010 I decided to take my injured shoulder on a test paddle with the Oregon Ocean Paddling Society. FYI, my shoulder was dislocated about Thanksgiving 2009 by a wayward snowboarder at Mount Hood Ski Bowl. I’d done extensive physical therapy.

Andrew checking out a Great Blue Heron

The scheduled paddle was a 9-mile trip up and around Bachelor Island near Ridgefield, WA. When paddling in this area I usually put in at Ridgefield or at Paradise Point State Park, which is on the Lewis River. For some reason our trip leader opted to put in just north of the confluence of the Lewis River and Columbia – and that required 30 minutes additional driving.

Nonetheless the day’s weather was appealing and the company amenable. We paddled up the Columbia and into Ridgefield, then up the slough culminating on the south end of the island.

Upon arriving there, it was dead low tide. Not possible to paddle around, we did a quick portage, followed by lunch on a beach facing the Columbia River.

Lunch on Bachelor Island with Oregon Ocean Paddling Society!

Following lunch, we headed back north up the river. It wasn’t long after we launched I looked to my left and Neil Schulman was about 10 feet off to port! “Where did you come from?” I asked. He’d decided to get in a quick paddle after his girlfriend was too busy to come out. We paddled for a couple of miles before his route took him back to Ridgefield.

By now, I was a ways behind our group and pushed to catch up.

On the beach at Bachelor Island

I had to admit, by this time my poor shoulder was pretty peeved. I had over done it on my first paddle of any length since the accident. But I managed to catch up with the group, which was debating paddling up a small river called Gee Creek. Guidebooks say Gee Creek is interesting but can only be negotiated if the water level is just right. On this day, it didn’t matter what the water level was. Trees had come down over the creek, and it wasn’t possible to go more than a few yards beyond the entrance.

Overall, today’s paddle was a success. But I totally realized my limits, and that I needed to do some paddling specific exercises!

Onward and upward I say!