We spent a few days hiking east of the Cascade crest and the rain. We stayed in a small hotel in the small town of Moro, and explored two Oregon State Parks for the first time, then visited the Columbia Hills in Washington on our way home.
Driving south of the Columbia River to White River Falls State Park – low hills and agricultural buildings our new scenery.
April 13th, White River Falls State Park, Oregon
We admired the White River Falls from the overlook, then walked downstream to see the lower tiers of the falls. We were about 2 miles upstream from the confluence with the Deschutes River, and about 50 miles from the source, the White River Glacier on Mt Hood, near a favorite winter snowshoe location. Here, the White River tumbles over cliffs, past the ruins of a hydropower plant that was abandoned in 1963, when a giant dam on the nearby Columbia River was built.
White River Falls
Abandoned power plant.
This is a beautiful falls, though the surrounds are a bit of a wasteland – cement and disconnected pipes, wire grids, a broken building with roof gaps, graffiti, tumble weeds and leaves blown in, plants growing out of the cracks, moss in the crevices.
Bright yellow balsamroot and parsley were blooming around the canyon, and gold fiddle neck striped the edges of the rocky path.
Balsamroot, parsley
fiddleneck
Down by the river we had a bit of a wind shelter. Quiet today, but in summer people come to swim. We walked a ways down stream to see the third tier of the falls, the smoothed rocky shelves with potholes, now exposed, and smooth, sandy banks.
Sandy beach above the lower falls.
Lower falls; upper falls visible to the upper right.
Downstream along the White River.
We walked back up to the rim, past the ruins of the powerhouse and almost post-apocalyptic scenery.
Return hike.
More of the ruins of the old power plant.
From White River Falls, we drove east across the Deschutes River on our way to Moro, along a long, smoothly curved road on the Warm Springs Reservation. Balsamrooot blooms were sprinkled on cliffs above the canyon.
We passed sagebrush uplands and cultivated green fields, a 360 degree horizon punctuated by white windmills gleaming in the afternoon light.
Many white wind turbines on the horizon.
April 14th, Cottonwood Canyon State Park, Oregon
We drove across the uplands between the John Day and Deschutes Rivers on a beautiful clear blue morning. Mt Hood, Mt Adams and Mt Rainier were on the horizon, and more windmills.
Mt Hood
Mt Adams and Mt Rainier
Mt Adams, windmills
Mt Rainier and the Goat Rocks, windmills
The Lost Coral Trail in Cottonwood Canyon State Park is 9.6 miles out and back. The trail follows an old road along the John Day River, sometimes beneath river-cut cliffs, sometimes across the point bars, as the wide blue river sweeps down stream.
Trailhead
Under the cliffs
Balsamroot above
Bicolored cluster lilies
Desert parsley and lichen
Balsamroot and parsley
milk vetch
Cottonwood Canyon campground across the river.
Continuing along the river, the slopes were speckled with wildflowers; willows on the bars and a few trees were beginning to leaf out.
Flowering alluvial fan across the river.
Cliffs and reflections, serviceberry in bloom.
Sagebrush
A welcome bench for rest and contemplation.
Lovely desert colors in the rocks, river, plantlife.
At our turnaround point, we found a phlox-covered slope and beautiful views of the river. We saw three equestrians – our only other people on the trail today.
Three equestrians in our downstream lunch view
Upstream lunch view.
phlox
We retraced our steps upstream after lunch, admiring the views along the river in the changing light.
Walking upstream.
Many colors along the river.
Grassy tufts in the river.
Larkspur
Back under the cliffs near the trailhead.
Parsley
I don’t know if I still love the desert as much as I used to. The rocky, prickly, isolation of it has caught up with my age. Dust and wind, and there must be snakes around somewhere …I just don’t know…
April 15th, Dalles Mountain Ranch, Columbia Hills State Park, WA
We drove back across the windmilled uplands, in view of the three mountains on the skyline, all the while watching the painted slopes of the cliffs and hills on the north side of the Columbia River. Distinct patches of yellow, white, and purple across the green and brown indicate the slopes are blooming with the wildflowers that we are going to see.
Looking at the Columbia Hills in Washington from Oregon.
We hiked the Ranch Loop clockwise from the Dalles Mountain Ranch Trailhead – we have been here before, most recently in February, when only the early flowers were on view. Today there were so many flowers out – gold balsamroot, purple lupine, pale pink phlox, and always the yellow parsley and pink filagree creating a pastel underglaze on almost every slope.
Mt Hood and ranch buildings from near the trailhead.
The “one tree”, still no leaves, with a flowery background
Balsamroot all the way down to the Columbia River.
Lower east-most view.
Lupine and western view from the high point on the lower trail.
Large head clover
Fleabane
Lunch view – in February this area was covered in purple grass widows.
Back up Eight Mile Creek to the ranch.
We finally spotted the old car that is so often photographed among the flowers at the ranch.
We enjoyed this hiking trip, a chance to get out of town and enjoy the spring flowers at a couple of new locations.
Margaret Quilts 