Woke up to a beautiful morning, clear, bright, quiet. We decided to try to kayak across the lake after breakfast.
It was pretty calm, but Waldo is Oregon’s second largest lake by surface area. It’s big. What looked like smallish ripples from the shore felt pretty big out in the middle.
A bit more than half-way we decided that we should head our Walden Paddlers toward shore and the lovely little islets we could see.
Beautiful little islets with beautiful cairns on. Some must have taken several people’s collaborative concentration. The cairns made the islets even more peaceful. I think it’s the knowledge of how quiet, calm, and thoughtful you need to be to construct a cairn.
It was a lovely paddle.
Afternoon walk to Diamond Creek Falls
We drove down Highway 58 to the Diamond Creek Falls trail. The short loop had some nice views. We decided to visit again for a longer walk.
Late night photography
Bill has been wanting to experiment with night-sky photography and Waldo Lake gave him that chance. Sometime in the middle of the night he got this marvelous shot of the Milky Way.
Stopped in Eugene at Oregon Trail’r where Sawyer and Jon replaced a leaky window. Small fix, cheerfully done. Love these guys.
I gave them a copy of The Singing Creek Where the Willows Grow—Brave Horatio is named for my mismemory of Brave Horatius in this book. Opal Whitely grew up in Cottage Grove, just a hop south of Eugene. I love that he was created near his namesake.
I’m fascinated by hot springs, so their proximity was a draw. We didn’t have a reservation, so the number of unreservable spots also figured into our decision.
We decided to head for Waldo Lake on Highway 58, the area least familiar to us.
As Bill drove, I researched campgrounds on my phone. There are three at Waldo Lake and every single one had large, clear warnings about hordes of mosquitoes. Brave Horatio has a full complement of bug spray, bug wrist-bands, bug-repellent hats, and a mosquito net for the hammock.
Waldo Lake is pretty interesting. Right at the top of Willamette Pass, it is one of the largest lakes in Oregon—almost 10 square miles of surface area. There are no permanent inlet streams and it’s one of the purest lakes in the world. No inlets means very low nutrients, so little aquatic plant life. Waldo is clear, clear blue. You can see down through it forever.
Off we go!
There were interesting piles of slash at regular intervals up FS 5897. It looked like a crew had been clearing brush back from the road. The piles were maybe 12 feet in diameter and 6 feet high. The top of each was barely covered with what looked like black plastic. We’re they going to be picked up by a brush truck? Burned when the weather got soggy? Why the plastic?
We scoped out Shadow Bay campground and found a couple reasonable, but not perfect, open campsites, so continued on to Islet.
Islet is a beautiful campground. Larger and less steep than Shadow Bay, smaller and quieter than North Waldo.
Our campsite was huge—wide and deep. There was maybe 50 feet between us and the next campsite and a clear forest for the 100 or so yards between us and the lake. It sloped very gently to the lake and even had a tiny beach to launch our kayaks.
Yes, there were mosquitoes, but not as many as we were expecting. Enough that our bug spray supply shrunk considerably and I was grateful for my bug-repellent hat.
We paid extra attention to entering and exiting Brave Horatio quickly and I rigged my mosquito net around the hammock.
There weren’t hordes though, just a mosquito or two around pretty constantly.
We set up camp and explored our new home.
As we talked by the campfire, I noticed that my shadow on the trees across the road was distinctly Sasquatch shaped. I had fun making Sasquatch walk through the trees. Unfortunately there weren’t many other campers, so probably no one spotted him. We discussed the possibility of capturing Sasquatch on film.
I didn’t note each days’s meals on this trip, but they included our usual camping staples—tuna poke for a couple lunches, polenta, bacon, and eggs for breakfast, steak for dinner, some granola, and the obligatory campfire roasted hot dogs.