The War Zone – Central Oregon

Posted on August 4, 2014


Driving through Central Oregon today felt like a war zone. From what I read on the National Weather Service site, there was an excess of dry fuel available that had the potential to be started by the scattered thunderstorms passing thru the region. There was a constant stream of fire fighting vehicles on the highway going in both directions. There were Incident Outposts set up on the roadside and firefighters everywhere were on alert, waiting for the next flair up. I talk to a fellow traveler at a gas station who was going in the opposite direction who said he couldn’t get his family home because they closed the highway going south. No time for fishing today. This was a serious situation and my best option was to leave the area and head north to my next destination.

Now that I’m sitting in my tent with Mt Hood on the horizon, I’m feeling much safer. The fire danger in Northern Oregon is rated at High which is a comfort knowing that it’s not extream like the war zone to the south. The rivers up here are much higher too and the pastures looked greener. I can only hope that when I cross into Southern Washington in a couple of days, it will be more of the same.

As for the photo: I’m not sure how this fire started but I knew at first glance it was the defining image for my travels today. I took this from roadside after that first sighting with a long lens. I tried to get closer to the blaze but the police had already blocked off the area to non-essential people. I didn’t press it, I just moved on and let these brave men and women do their jobs.

Oregon Camping

Posted on August 4, 2014

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Music to My Ears

Posted on August 3, 2014

“You take a right just outside the gate. Go about a mile and then turn left onto a dirt road. That will take you Little Hyatt Lake. It’s a small lake but it’s full” These words were pure music as the Park Ranger spoke them. There was actually no decision involved on my part, I put the truck in drive and followed his directions and end up at Little Hyatt Lake – the prettiest little lake in the middle of no where.

I was able to back my Jeep right up to the water’s edge and found a shady spot under a large Oak tree. It was pure heaven and I had the whole lake to myself. There were only a few hikers passing through on the Pacific Crest Trail but otherwise not a another person on the lake. I had the forethought to bring along my food box and cooler so I was ready for a wonderful day at the lake.

After paddling the kayak around the lake for the first hour, I ate lunch and started reading about how to cast a fly rod. A fly fishing pole is very different than any fishing pole I’ve ever used. Because of the tapered design of the fishing line; the rod can be casted without anything attached to the end. The first half hour was an excersize in frustration as I was trying to control the line. The last thing I needed was a hook in the eye so I casted with a bare line. But after I got the hang of it I was able to accurately cast to targeted areas with ease. I still need to add some distance to my cast but that should come with practice.

I took this photo with the camera in my left hand and the fly rod in the right. It was impossible to see through the viewfinder so I just had to aim the camera and take a lot of photos. I would like to title this image “My First Cast” but in reality, this was about my hundredth cast. My intention was to capture a cast from beginning to end in a single still photo. The Reel came out amazing! It almost looks like a manufactures product photo – hint, share please!I


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