Well, maybe not
THE north woods but at least the woods on the north side of the Clearwater River.
The Clearwater River runs east to west
through a deep valley rising steeply 2,000 above the river on each side. On the south side after rising through the
timber the terrain opens to the Camas Prairie’s rolling hills. On the north side there is just more timber
for the most part. Farming on the south
side, logging on the north side. The
north side is interspersed with numerous logging roads and trails.
The Lewiston-Clarkston Valley where we winter seems to have
been saturated with geocaches because there haven’t been any new ones in many
months. As I have found about all of the
ones there that I can, I have been anxious for the opportunity to find some new
ones. Happily I found that there are
many in the Orofino and Clearwater
County area that I
haven’t found, virtually all on unpaved roads.
Most of my
motorcycling friends began their riding as kids on dirt bikes. I don’t have that advantage as I didn’t begin
riding until I was 58 years old and then it was on a street bike. My dad rode motorcycles as a youngster and
told me as a teen in no uncertain terms, “Son, don’t even think about asking
for a motorcycle”. As my need for speed
was then satisfied with cars and boats it was no sacrifice. I hardly think motorcycling could have dealt
me more injuries and damage than boating did, but that’s another story.
At any rate,
Tuesday morning, June 9th, I set out to find a number of these
caches on my motorbike. There were 22
that I had in my sights. After
descending the Gilbert Grade to Orofino from our farm I stopped to top off my gas tank. It was then that I discovered that one of the
two set screws holding my windshield in place was gone. They tighten on two vertical rods that pass
through a sleeve held secure by the set screws.
So now the windshield is resting on the cowl instead of being suspended
½ inch above. On hindsight I should have
gone to a hardware store and got another bolt.
I guess no harm was done because it survived the trip with just a few
scuffs on the cowl.
Triple tree |
And there it is. |
The first caches I
had targeted were on dirt roads off of the paved Grangemont road that
intersects Highway 11 between Pierce and Headquarters. I rely on my Garmin maps that are loaded on
chips in my GPS as well as the hard copies I can print from my computer. I had no trouble finding the locations for
the first four caches although I could actually find only two of them. I took a picture of the first one whose hint
was “Triple tree”. These are quite a
ways back in the woods and had not been found in over two years so I would like
to think they are actually missing rather than I was just not able to find
them. The fifth cache on my list
presents a good example of the fallibility of these maps. They kept leading me to roads or trails that
were blocked. No matter how hard I tried
I could not get any closer to the cache than 3.11 miles – too far to hike given
my time constraints. The next cache was
back on a main road and the only one on pavement. It had not been found in a year and a half
and I couldn’t find it either.
Approaching the mine site. |
Opening the cache. |
The next cache was
far back in the woods on Cow Creek
Road and I had to travel a long way to get
there. It had not been found in three
years so I wasn’t overly optimistic especially given my luck so far. It was at an old mine site where they crushed
rocks. I discovered that the cache was found by some hunters (not geocachers,
so it wasn’t logged) in Sept of 2013 and they left some rather unconventional
items in it such as a crushed beer can, piece of bone and some Powerbar Blasts
along with a nice note. And the container was just lying out in the open. I
removed the Powerbar Blasts and rehid the container. It was a real nice spot,
so much so that I had my lunch break there.
Inside pump house |
The next cache was
just off Highway 11 at the site of the old Jaype plywood mill that was closed and
dismantled about 15 years ago. It was at
the old pump house which still had all the original pumps and engines inside.
Mill pond. |
My next goal was a
series of 14 caches on Upper Ford’s Creek
Road accessed near Weippe on Highway 11. The next map fiasco occurred when I took a
recommended road that turned off the highway and went behind the school. It was a washed out dried mud road that after
about a mile and a half terminated, at least for me, at a locked gate. So I backtracked and took another road
further down the highway that eventually got me to Upper Ford’s Creek.
Upper Ford's Creek Rd |
Now the fellow
that placed these caches is undoubtedly a good and well meaning sort but I have
had a lot of trouble finding his caches in the past. Some of the coordinates are accurate but many
are not. Most of these caches were placed
along the road only about 1/10 of a mile apart so there was a lot of jumping on
and off my bike. One of the fourteen I
didn’t even attempt because some better finders than I am had been
unsuccessful. Of the other thirteen I
found only eight
A road less traveled. |
Now the fun
began. At the last cache there was an
intersecting road that would take me back to Highway 11 according to the map. The further I traveled on it the worse the
road got until I got to a three way intersection with a gate across the one I
was supposed to take. However, the sign
said vehicles less than 50” wide could use it and there was room enough for me
to go around. Here’s where my better
judgment should have prevailed in which case I would have backtracked and gone
back the way I got there. But not old
Mickey, he’s up for adventure. GPS not
withstanding I traveled many miles getting more and more lost. Little roads/trails were everywhere twisting
up and down hills with the ones the map advised either nonexistent or
blocked. I did get some good practice on
my off road riding however. Finally I
came across a road with good gravel that I reasoned must lead to
civilization. And indeed it did – saved
again.
There was just one
more cache on my list which was east of Weippe.
It was at a bird viewing stand overlooking a beautiful meadow. After some searching I was able to find it.
Now to get
home. I got back to the highway and made
my way down the Greer Grade which was about the most fun of the whole
trip. It’s a great motorcycle road with
about 8 miles of twists and switchbacks descending about 2,000 feet down to the
Clearwater River. Now, I wanted to take a short cut and go up
the old dirt Greer Grade on the other side of Highway 12 that would take me to Russell Ridge Road
not too far from the farm. However, this
grade is a bit obscure from the highway and I took the wrong one. It kept getting steeper and more washed out
until it finally exceeded my skill. I
did a 180 degree spin out and got dumped off the right side of my bike getting
a two inch gash on my left shin in the process.
I picked myself and the bike up, turned around and proceeded up the hill
soon coming to a sawmill which told me I was on the wrong road. So with tail between my legs I eased back
down to the highway and rode into Orofino ascending the Gilbert Grade the way I
had come. I got home a little before
6:00 pm having traveled 165 miles. This outing resulted in the highest percentage of DNF's (did not find) than any I've done.
The next morning upon getting out of bed I had many sore and stiff parts but after taking the dogs on a mile hike about 6:15 I wasn’t any worse than usual. M/W
2 comments:
Kinda scary stuff -- but what's a mother to do?
Guys. Dan would come home from the woods with all kinds of gashes and scrapes. I'd ask him how he got them and he always said he didn't know, just got them crashing through the woods. I think they're badges of honor.
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