We had a long day planned for the final day of our trip to SE Oregon. We were starting off by doing Sullivan’s Pueblo Mountains hike (#96 in his “100 Hikes/Travel Guide Eastern Oregon” guidebook and we were going to attempt the long drive back to Salem (a 6 1/2 to 7 hour drive). We were a little nervous about getting to Sullivan’s starting point for his described 7.2 mile hike which follows a portion of the Oregon Desert Trail. He describes the final 2.2 miles of road as a “rocky, bumpy road”..”passable only by high-clearance vehicles”. Given where we were and the tire scare we’d had earlier in the week we decided that adding 4.4 miles of road walk round trip was okay with us so after turning right off of Highway 205 exactly three miles south of Fields we followed a decent gravel road 4.7 miles to a fork where we took the left most track a hundred yards or so to the first decent spot we could pull off and park at.
The Oregon Desert Trail is a 750 mile route doesn’t always follow a trail (or road or other discernible track).

The section we would be hiking was guided by rock cairns with a couple of sections of what appeared to be actual tread but may also simply have been game/cattle trails that were going the same way. First we had to get to the start of the hike though so after a moment appreciating the desert sunrise we started up the rocky road.

The view back along the road to the fork.
Road walk
Rabbit
There was a bit more smoke/haze on the horizon this morning than there had been for a few days and a red Sun rose in the east.


After just under a mile the road made a 90 degree turn at a fence corner then crossed Sesena Creek, which was still flowing.

A hawk in a dead tree above the springs feeding Sesena Creek.


This was the only water we’d see all day.
We arrived at the grassy flat Sullivan described as the start of the hike. Sullivan listed 14 cairns along his hike starting with one here at the starting point but the rocks it had been comprised of were spread on the ground. We hoped that wasn’t a sign of things to come.

The first cairn from later in the day.
Luckily Sullivan had supplied GPS coordinates both along the drive and for cairns 1, 5, 10, and 14 which I had entered into both our GPS units. From the road at cairn one we followed an old road bed through the sage brush toward the mountains.


A little over half a mile along the road brought us to another grassy area, an old cow lick, where we veered left on a trail (cattle?) through the sagebrush.

We could see the second cairn on a little rise ahead to our right and made our way towards it.



Sullivan’s instructions beyond the cow lick were to “head cross-country up the leftmost branch of the valley and scramble up past a grove of shrub-sized mountain mahogany trees to find cairn #3”. We could see the mahogany trees and using binoculars and the zoom feature on the camera were able to spot what we assume to be cairn #3.


From there the climb got steep fast and neither of us are sure we we ever saw cairn #4. Luckily we had the GPS coordinates for #5, which was 0.3 miles from #3, to keep us relatively on track.
View from cairn #3.
Looking back over the mahogany trees, the rise with cairn #2 and the cow lick.
Looking up the steep hillside.
On the climb up to #5.
Cairn #5 was said to be atop a 12′ rock in a saddle. There appeared to be more than one possible saddle though as we climbed and at the angle we were at we couldn’t see any 12′ rocks.

I picked a saddle to aim for and arrived first but there was no cairn here.

The view from the saddle.
I climbed up on a the rocks to the west of the saddle to see if I could see cairn #5 which, based on the GPS coordinates would have been a little to the SE and downhill from where I was.

When Heather arrived we discussed the next stage our hike. Even though we couldn’t see #5 from where we were we could see another cairn atop a cliff on the hillside ahead of us.

We decided to contour up along the hillside heading for that cairn and as we came over a rise we spotted what must have been cairn #5.

A kestral on a cairn.
The GPS coordinates were a little off but it fit the description of the fifth cairn pretty well.

We continued heading uphill toward the cliff with what we believe was cairn #6.

You can see Heather following me up on this “less” steep section.
As we neared the cliffs we spotted another cairn which was a lot easier to reach.

Looking down into the haze in the east.
From the cairn with no number we could see another cairn perched atop a rock outcrop which we determined to be #7 since #8 was shown to be at a pass.

Cairn #7 was being guarded by magpies.
Cairn #7 was uphill more than was necessary to reach the ridge beyond it so instead of heading directly for it we traversed the hillside below it.
View south over the Pueblo Mountains.
Passing below cairn #7 (upper right corner).
We found cairn #8 at the pass.

View to the NW from the pass.
Pueblo Mountain (the large rounded peak) from the pass.
Heather was delayed reaching the pass due to spotting a sheep moth.

Sullivan’s map was a little confusing from cairn #8 to cairn #9. The sketch appeared to show the route passing behind (on the west side of) a rise to cairns #9 & #10 and then arriving at cairn #11 at another pass. What we found was that it was easier to hike south on the ridge for two tenths of a mile where a much larger rock outcrop forced us off the ridge to the west.
We climbed this rise on the ridge and continued on the top for a bit.

We didn’t cross over to the west side until we reached a much larger rock formation along the ridge.
Looking at the rocky cliffs that would force us to the west.
We were starting to notice actual tread along the ridge and when we reached the rocks a clear, albeit thin, trail could be seen traversing the hillside.


It’s not a desert trail without bones.
As we approached the other end of the rock outcrop we spied cairn #9 on a hillside.

Looking back
The tread disappeared in a small draw filled with sagebrush, but a little bushwhacking and a short steep climb got us to the cairn.
The sagebrush draw below (Heather is traversing the hillside.)
Cairn #9 and the view west.
For some reason cairn #10 was ahead and further DOWN the hillside. From cairn #9 we could see our goal for the day ahead, a high point on a ridge above the Oregon Desert Trail before it began a descent that would eventually lead to Denio, Nevada.
The next ridge is where the high point we were planning to turn around at was.
We made our way to the saddle where cairn #11 sat.
Cairn #11 in the saddle along the ridge.
Heather dropping down to the saddle, cairn #10 was out of frame to the left here.
View to the west from the saddle.
From cairn #11 we could see cairn #12 sitting atop an outcrop at the start of the next rocky section.

Sculpted rock along the ridge.
The small section of hike near cairn #12 was one of the toughest on the day. Large boulders were surrounded by taller and thicker sagebrush than any we’d encountered since the mahogany trees. The easiest route was to boulder hop as directly as possible to the cairn which meant extra climbing but the vegetation was too thick to pass through safely due to hidden holes amid the boulders.
Heather making her way up to #12.
We then followed the rocky ridge until the sagebrush thinned out.

Thought this might be an arrowhead or at least something that was used for a tool of some sort.
Heather resting by cairn #12 while I scouted the route.
After a false summit we realized that the high point was at the far end of the ridge.

A hazy Pueblo Mountain (and more of the Pueblo Mts.) from the high point.
Cairn #15 is on a small rock outcrop near the saddle at center.
Cairn #15 (at least we think).
We had a nice break at the summit, and for some reason I felt compelled to trot down and tag cairn #14 only to realize too late that I had to hike back up to the high point.
Cairn #15 below from the cairn #14 coordinates, it appears that cairn #14 may have been at least partially dismantled.
Oh great, more uphill.
It would have been nice to have had a less hazy view but at least we could make a few things out.

Peaks in the Pueblo Mts. near the Nevada border.
Cairn #12 and the saddle zoomed in.
Van Horn Creek is down there somewhere as is Ten Cent Meadows.

After resting up we headed back attempting to follow the same route but judging by our track we may have been drinking something other than water up at the high point.
A lupine with a few blossoms left.
Lots of colored lichen on the rocks along the way.
Vertical rocks.
Rounded rocks.
Back to the mahogany trees.
Cairn #2 dead ahead.
Found the cow lick again.
Looking back at the Pueblo Mountains from the road walk.
Trees marking the spring and Sesena Creek.
The southern end of Steens Mountain from the road walk.
Sage grouse hen
The last half mile or so of the road walk provided us with a couple of close encounters with common nighthawks that were resting along the barbed wire fence.


We got back to our car just before 1pm and after changing started the long drive to Salem. We got home just before 8pm making for a long but fun day. It had been a really nice vacation despite the hazy conditions for several of the hikes. The temperatures had ranged from hot the first two days to freezing on Wednesday to just about right Tuesday, Thursday and the hike in the Pueblos wasn’t all that warm either. We already have more ideas for hikes and stops in that part of Oregon so we’ll be heading back at some point even though we have finished with the “featured hikes” in the area. Happy Trails!
My mileage for the day came in at 13.3 including a total of 4.2 along the dirt road. Total elevation gain was approximately 2400′.

Flickr: Pueblo Mountains



Big and Little Indian Gorges from the Little Blitzen Trail.
Heading for the Little Blitzen Gorge.
So many dried out wild onions.












Looking back the way we’d come.
The view ahead.
A stand of quacking aspen.
Something to avoid.
A geranium blossom.
Passing through some willows.
Hyssop
Vegetation along a spring fed creek.
Monkshood

The view ahead where we turned around.
A robin
Heading back
The Little Blitzen River near Four Mile Camp
More of the old corral.
Gentians under a willow.
Paintbrush
Another little cascade along the river.
A nice pool.
There were a number of tiny grey birds in here, at least two in this photo.
A bigger bird, but not by a lot.
A wood nymph
This was a huge boulder along the trail. At least two small junipers were growing out of it.


The stone house is too low to even stand up in but it was enough to stake a claim to the land.




Upstairs



The barn
Inside the Bunkhouse
Levi was one of 9 Prinveille Hotshot firefighters who perished on Storm King Mountain in Colorado fighting the South Canyon Fire. This hit home for me having gone to school with one of the 9, Bonnie Holtby.
Thistle in a field once used for hay production by the Riddles.
Could be a green-tailed towhee



Lots of butterflies in the grassy areas.





Nearing the confluence.
The confluence of the Donner und Blitzen River (left) and Little Blitzen River (right).
A skipper at the confluence.
A ringlet
The mouth of Big Indian Gorge from the Levi Brinkley Trail.
Old wagon at Fields Station.



Still some smoke to the east as shown by the red Sun.
Here come the clouds.

Between the Sun and haze it was hard to see much of the ragged eastern side of Steens Mountain or the Alvord Desert (
Frozen thistle
The Alvord Desert through the haze.
A look back at the parking area.

Wildhorse Lake below the summit.
The rocks here provided a little protection from the freezing wind.
Big Indian Gorge (
Heather getting a closer look at Wildhorse Lake.
Not much snow left up here.


Typical tread near the top.
Buckwheat
The bench.
The small stream.
A wren.
Wildhorse Lake from near the end of the bench.
We were a little disappointed to see just how late we were for most all of the wildflowers. I don’t know how much the drought this year affected the timing or if it blooms that much earlier in SE Oregon but the remains of what looked to have been an excellent display were all we were left with.
A few stone steps began the steep descent along the stream.
A few of these little yellow flowers were still in bloom.
This was a mass of pink monkeyflower a few weeks ago.
A look up at the summit.
The trail descending less steeply to the lake.
A lone lupine blooming near the lake.
A pair of paintbrush and the remainder of some aster or fleabane.
A ground squirrel near the lake.


The only pink monkeyflower blossom we spotted.
Ranger buttons
Mountain coyote mint
Cascade grass-of-parnassus


Gentians
Wildhorse Creek
Looking down along Wildhorse Creek.
Wildhorse Lake and Steens Summit.


Rockfringe willowherb
Raptors soaring above Steens Mountain.

Big Indian Gorge
The summit from the unofficial trail.
The trail on the ridge.
Looking ahead at the ridge the rocky outcrop looked a bit intimidating.
The view out over Big Indian Gorge.
Wildhorse Lake

I turned back here, I’m not that adventurous.
Darker clouds over the summit from the trailhead.
A little better view of the Alvord Desert.
The view as we prepared to drive off.
We did stop along the way to take a couple of photos.
Our planned hike for the next day was up this gorge.





The historic 






There were tons of wild onions along the way.
Deer on one of the hillsides.
Beginning to drop down to Big Indian Creek.








Quacking aspen along the trail.


One of the many Brown’s peonies along the trail.
Hawk atop a cottonwood
This counts a lupine in bloom!
A lone yarrow
One of a couple of spring fed streams along the trail.
Aspens and junipers
Tassel-flowered Brickellbush
Waxwings
The large boulder later in the day on our way out.
One of the other spring fed crossings.
There were lots of crickets/grasshoppers bouncing about.
We could see some of the closer cliffs through the haze.
We started to see a few more lupine in bloom the further in we hiked.
What the smoke looked like ahead.
Lots of butterflies too.
Salsify
Paintbrush
Aster or fleabane
Geranium
We couldn’t see very far up the gorge because of the smoke.
The view was better behind us.
Coneflower
Hummingbird visiting paintbrush
A few aspen already turning golden.
Cottonwood Camp down to the right.
Looking up Big Indian Gorge from the trail near Cottonwood Camp.
Genitian
Raptor
Cottonwood Camp
View across the gorge when we arrived at the camp.
Big Indian Creek
A few white clouds started to appear along with the breeze.
The near wall above Big Indian Creek and Cottonwood Camp.

We missed this nest on the first pass. It was about 30 yards off the trail.
We also missed this Nuttall’s linanthus blooming along the trial.
Improving views
This was a very pretty butterfly that for some reason the camera just didn’t want to focus on.
Clearer skies above.
Skipper
Clouds building up over Steens Mountain
Lorquin’s admiral
Ground squirrel
Some type of wood nymph.
Back to the first ford, which I again managed to cross dry footed giving me a perfect record for the day which is unheard of.
A comma of some sort.
A vast improvement over the morning.
Looking back toward the gorge from the old road bed.
What a difference a few hours can make. 
Our accommodations.
Trailhead sign at the south end of the rest stop. Brochures were located in the small box under the sign.
Map on the trailhead sign.
Red Sun through the smoke.


The Harney Valley to the east.
This stop was for a juniper that was blown apart by a lightning strike.
The rest area from the loop.
The last stop was to discuss the relationship between the junipers and the Idaho fescue that grows underneath.
Deer in the nearly dry Marshall Pond
Yellow headed blackbird
California quail
Owl
Chipmunk
More quail
The early bird
Hummingbird
Little bird on a feeder
Shrike
Hawk and a magpie
Osprey
Turkey vultures
Coyote
Mourning doves
Egrets and ducks at Benson Pond
Old cabin at Benson Pond
Another owl
Another turkey vulture
Grasshopper
White faced ibis
Great blue heron amid the ducks.
A couple types of egrets it appears.
Deer that were in the Blitzen River
Bounding fawn
Ducks and coots at Knox Pond





Bee and a butterfly
A brushy section.
A bee and a skipper
Praying mantis
The “other” trail on the hillside at the 0.7 mile mark.

A wren?
Fence crossing
Rejoining the Donner und Blitzen Trail at the 0.4 mile mark.





A hazy look at the South Sister and Broken Top.

Passing under the Skyliner Express
The ski runs gave us a good look at the top of the mountain.

Turning uphill
Spotted a grouse hen and her chicks in this little meadow.
Two of the chicks.
Passing under the Sunrise lift.
Nearing the top of the Sunrise lift.
Another hazy look at the nearby mountains.
South and Middle Sister through the haze.
The top of Sunrise and the bottom of the Summit lifts.
Looking up from the top of Sunrise.


A few saxifrage blossoms still left.
Alpine buckwheat and paintbrush
The first patch of snow we passed.
Golden mantled ground squirrel
Tumalo Mountain (
Looking down from beneath the Summit Express.
We could really feel the elevation affecting our breathing and by this point we were both sucking wind.
Dwarf alpinegold
Looking back at the Summit Express.
Heading for the high point.
A mountain bluebird near the summit.
South Sister and Broken Top with Sparks Lake (

It’s our rule not to feed the wildlife but it was obvious that many don’t adhere to that LNT principle. I had to put my pack back on to avoid having a hole chewed through my pocket.
View of the summit.
Broken Top, the Pine Marten Lodge halfway up the mountain, the West Village Lodge and parking area below and Tumalo Mountain across the Cascade Lakes Highway.

A little better view of Broken Top and Tumalo Mountain on the way down.
Clark’s nutcracker

Left leads up to the Pine Marten Lodge atop the Pine Marten Express, right to the West Village Lodge.
A decent look at Tumalo Mountain
Warning sign for a bike crossing.
A look at some of the mountain bike trails and some haze moving in overhead.
A tortoiseshell butterfly on the road.

At least we could see the mountains a little better from here.

The start of the “trail” at the end of the road.
Wildflowers at the trailhead.



Orange dot on a tree.
Another orange dot.
Occasionally there were short steep climbs but nothing as steep as the first part.
Mushroom
Pink flagging on the right related to the timber sale.
Water in a creek bed.
Mushroom amid bunchberry leaves.
Red huckleberries
Timber sale boundary sign on the right with a flag.
More huckleberries.






Bluebell of Scotland
Gentian
Pearly everlasting
The view north, not much to see.
Mount Mitchell from the path.
Paintbrush
Gentian
Penstemon
aster
Oregon sunshine
Yarrow
The trail nearing the end of the basalt cliffs.


The view south across North Siouxon Creek was the same as it had been to the north.

It was apparently a good beargrass year along the trail.



Fireweed amid the beargrass.


Mt. St. Helens is out there somewhere.
Looking east over the site of the former lookout.
The survey marker and one of several neat rock formation near the summit.
Closer look at the formation.



A second picture after seeing it move again.
The pika popped back out below the larger rock that it had run behind.
A non zoomed in photo, the pika is still in the same spot as in the two photos immediately above.
Spotting this patch of ghost pipe emerging from the forest floor was another highlight on the return hike. The hike is reportedly 7.3 miles with a little over 2000′ of elevation gain but Heather’s GPS put us at 7.8 miles and mine registered 8.3 miles. (If you’ve read other posts you know that Heather’s unit used to almost always show the higher mileage but lately mine has been.) Whatever the actual mileage it was a good hike through a very nice forest which sadly, barring a last minute successful change, may not be possible in the future.


Bower Slough
Ducks in the slough.
South East Lake which was mostly dried up at this point in the year.
Apparently deer can’t read based on the trail leading past the sign.
The bed of South East Lake
Some moisture passing through this morning.
Dove
Walking along a cleaner looking portion of the slough.
Bridge/boardwalk between Middle Lake (left) and West Lake (right).
Wapato blossoms
Lots of ripening blackberries.
Second crossing of Bower Slough near the end of the loop.



Great blue heron
Doe
Deer near the restrooms/fee booth.



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Doe in the brush near the tracks.


Carty Lake Trail and Duck Lake
Ducks on Duck Lake
Paved and dirt options allow for a mini-loop near the start, later the trails are all dirt.

Big oak
One-way pointers for a second loop.
The trails can reportedly be quite muddy during the wet season but the current drought meant a hard packed surface.
Bright red poison oak climbing some of the tree trunks.
A bit of a low bridge.
Spotted towhees
Onward toward Carty Lake.
Gee Creek
Orange jewelweed along Gee Creek.
Carty Lake also lacking much water.
Bindweed
A primrose
Wapato at Carty Lake
The trail turning south toward the Port of Ridgefield.



Lots of salal along the trail.


Map near the platform.
High tide had been between 7 and 8am so the water was retreating from the Bay.
Looking south.











Looking back along the trail.
Cresting the dune.
Snowy plover sign, a common sight along the beaches in Oregon too.
Bayberry Trail passing through the snowy plover closure area.
Bumblee on American skyrocket.





Chestnut backed chickadee



Someone had written “umpassable (sic) swamp” below the word loop on this sign. This is when we began to guess why Sullivan had you turn left at the Weather Beach Trail junction.
Slug and a mushroom. We both thought of Alice in Wonderland.

Signboard at the southern trailhead.


Looking back over one of the trees.
Bumble bee on gumweed.
A pair of great blue herons in Willapa Bay.
The eagle has landed.
Crow attack
Looking for a quite place to eat.
We didn’t see what happened to the kill, if the eagle got to eat it or not.
The crows weren’t leaving the eagle alone.
Last of the trees to navigate.








Unnamed lakelet/pond between Pika and Fir Lakes.
Fir Lake
Goldeneyes







A lone interpretive sign near the beginning of the trail.

The saddle
Fields Peak from the saddle.
Heather arriving at the saddle.
A rare level section.
Scarlet gilia in the middle of the OHV track.
Nearing the trail junction.
The McClellan Mountain Trail to the right.
A peak east to McClellan Mountain and the more distant Strawberry Mountain (
We saw a number of these moths sleeping on the hyssop.
Hyssop and sunflowers
Paintbrush
Looking up Fields Peak.
Mountain coyote mint
Shadow of Fields Peak
Buckwheat
A few trees near the top.
Final steep pitch to the summit.
View west, Aldrich Mountain is the high point to the near right.
View north
McClellan Mountain and the Strawberry Mountain Range to the east.
Logan Valley to the SE.
The view south.

More moths

Hillside above the trail.
Sagebrush mariposa lily
Approaching the saddle where we would cross the the north side of the hill ahead.
The first saddle with Moon Mountain behind.
Looking back along the trail.
Looking back from the saddle.
The north side had a few more trees.
Looking back toward Fields Peak
We passed through a rocky section near the second saddle.
McClellan Mountain from the second saddle.
Approaching the third saddle.
Moon Mountain
Fields Peak (center).
McClellan Mountain as we approached the fourth saddle.
Looking back you can sort of make out the trail angling down the near hillside.
Looking up McClellan Mountain.
In the middle of the center hill to the left of the tree in the foreground is the line of what turned out to be 5 bull elk.
Blurry due to the elk moving and the deep zoom.
Four of the bulls stopped to look back at us.
The fifth and largest bull on top of the ridge waiting for the rest.

An old fence line on the hill.
Fields Peak on the left, an unnamed peak in the center and Moon Mountain on the right.
False summit (there’s always at least one). After some debate we went to the left of the rock outcrop which worked out well.
Passing the rock outcrop.
Almost there.
The Greenhorn Mountains, Elkhorns, Dixie Butte and the Strawberry Mountains from left to right in the distance.
Looking back at Fields Peak
The John Day River Valley.
Logan Valley
Company at the summit.
Passing back through Phlox Saddle.
A better look at the rocky section of trail.
Mountain coyote mint, one of only a couple with this coloration on the stems.
Butterfly and a beetle.
Sagebrush mariposa lily
Ruffed grouse
A final look at McClellan Mountain.