Monday, March 24, 2014
I have had many adventures, large and small, to catch up on but I want to get this down while it is fresh... I signed up for a two night backpack, early season trip with the Mountaineers in Hell's Canyon via Imnaha Creek in Oregon. I met my two companions at the Trading Company store on 195 and off we went with me driving. It was new territory for me as we approached the Oregon border south of Asotin, WA; always a sense of some excitement. I found the town of Joseph, Oregon delightfully located at the base of the high, snowy peaks of the Wallowa Mountains. It is a quaint, artsy locale with great potential. The mountains hang over the town with an awesomeness not unlike the Sandia Mountains hovering over Albuquerque but with the feel of, but not the ruggedness of, the Tetons. We proceeded to the little town of Imnaha turning north. I had no idea what was in store as the road turned to dirt with 14 miles still to go! You see, I have a problem with heights and the road was winding, single track and climbed way up; I was white-knuckling it and in full pucker mode for an eternity, it seemed. I remained tense despite the fact that the road was not too bad the rest of the way. My two passengers were nervous too as they were on the side of the shear drop off without guardrails. What was impressive about this approach drive (what little I allowed myself to observe) was the pyramidal, terraced shape of the surrounding dry peaks. They almost looked like Aztec pyramids. I wish I had some photos of them. At the trail head by Cow Creek Bridge there were many elaborate campsites for fisherman and this weird tent with solar panels and a strange contraption in the water next to it. A conical device was rotating in the water next to shore and we debated if it was something to capture fish with or something to measure stream flow. Really, we had no clue. We waited awhile for our leader, Galen, who had rented a plane and flown down to the area. When they arrived and all introductions were finished, the eleven of us headed down the trail following the fully flowing Imnaha Creek. This nice trail was constructed by the CCC in the 1930's and is a nice easy 4.2 to 5 mile trek to the confluence with the Snake River in Hell's Canyon. We arrived in the late afternoon and set up camp. The first night was cold but not too bad; I kept my thermal slippers over my toes and the hood of my mummy bag over my knitted cap-covered-pate! I slept deep and long and was awakened by the sound of killdeers calling over the thrumming of the Snake. I think I slept about 11 hours overall. This second day was a day of exploration and play! First the surrounding rocky outcroppings, then the ruins of the small mining outpost of Eureka and then a hike downstream as far as I could go. I stopped to draw and read with a fantastic view both up and downstream and enjoyed the morning light, the solitude and then the warmer mid morning sunshine. Some of my fellow travelers made it to the sand bar below me and I showed the three of them my spot. This was where the trail began to fade and became too steep to go on. Then back to camp over the small steam and then an exploration of the abandoned shallow mines. The one deeper mine was sealed off with a strong metal gate.