A Fall Day

Perfect Fall day on the river

We never seem to get used to how quickly fall overtakes summer. In what seems like a couple of days, the hillside shifts from shades of green to ochre.

Morning walks now require a warm coat and hat. However, by noon we are back in shirt sleeves. Fall is without a doubt our favorite season.

I’ve renewed the pursuit of Steelhead in the Deschutes River. To that end, this week we made our third, but not final, trip to Maupin.

Seasonal runs of these ocean dwelling rainbow trout aren’t always open to anglers, so one needs to take advantage when opportunity knocks.

The Deschutes Canyon still holds summer green along river’s edge. Higher up the slope underbrush has started to take on the reddish hues of fall.

The real sign of seasonal change is the presence of mule deer moving through the canyon on their winter migration  .  .  .  their gray fur a perfect camouflage on the hillside.

We watched as a pair of does with two yearlings work their way along the slope. Cartoon-sized ears keeping track of our presence as they search out another river access point.

. . . with a head that is mostly ears

Numerous casts to deep pools came up empty, but then Steelhead are often described as the pursuit of a thousand casts.

Not quite a Herd, more a Parcel

Clouds moved in around mid-day and the rains came as we headed back upstream and out of the canyon.

We’ll return in a few weeks to increase that cast count and hopefully meet with success. Regardless, time on the Lower Deschutes is well spent.

Stone Fruit & Steelhead

Rest stop outside Warm Springs, under an ancient pear tree

Finally . . .  a break from wildfire smoke.  With that, we headed outside.

Green Barlett Pears

The Fruit Loop is a semi-regular daytrip for us and this seemed like a good time to check it out. With a not too early start, we head to orchard country above Hood River, the city.

The intent . . . pick up tree ripened stone fruit.

Apple harvest is getting close. As we drive through the orchards we pass rows of trees ladened with fruit. It is worth the trip just for this image.

Premier Honey Crisp apples

The bonus, however, is fruit stand shelves with half a dozen peach varieties and easily twice that in plums.

Choices were made.

Heading out from Parkdale the road cuts at right angles back through the orchards to Highway 35. We merge onto I-84 and a short jaunt up the Columbia Gorge.

At the far edge of The Dalles we catch US197 and climb hills though cherry orchards and freshly combined wheat fields. Well past Dufer, we drop into the Tygh Valley, turn onto OR 216 and end in the Upper Deschutes Canyon at Sherars Falls.

Path to the river and fishing

We’re here to check on the the steelhead run. This fisherman saw no Steelhead, hooked no fish, but did enjoy the walk along the river.

Temperatures were pleasantly below August heat. Rafters had all but vanished from the river, along with most campers.

We set out chairs on river’s edge in the shade of our favorite Ash tree. Tip got some final swims and a cold beverage, or two, was consumed.

Blackbilled Magpie soars over the Deschutes

In all . . . a very pleasant way to spend a day

A Return to the River

Osprey – keeps close watch on the river

Wildfires continue to foul Central Oregon’s air . . . and It continues to disrupt scheduled outings.

Last week the world got a lesson in the destructive power of wildland fire. It certainly adds prospective to any inconvenience we might suffer at a shift in air flow.

Taking advantage of how the wind blew, we spent a day on the Crooked River. Luck favored us and there was no one in the campground or on the water.

Flicker pair
Hunting for a new prospective

The river treated us to an excellent parade of flora and fauna.

Temperatures in the week ahead are supposed to push up near the hundred degree mark. However, for this trip there was ample sun without a searing heat.

There are still patches of green grass and shade to rest in.

A predicable afternoon breeze and shade from the Juniper branch canopy took over about the time the sun caught our side of the canyon.

Enjoyed a picnic, shot a lot of images and caught some fish. In all . . . a very nice day.

Crooked River Day Trip

Casting

This week we headed up to the Crooked. Looked like a good place to avoid the Bedrock fire smoke plume, which has haunted us for weeks.

Typically, BLM sites are in use by summer campers. So, we’ll pull into a day use spot.

This day we got lucky and found a favorite spot empty. In fact, the whole campground was empty.

Summer is peak season for camping so we’ll pay the parking fee when we find a spot. Two reasons; old guys like me get half price deals and BLM uses these dollars to maintain these spots.

Collared Dove

We set up camp chairs in the shade of some ancient juniper trees. Pull out the lunch boxes and while I rigged a couple of rods JQ points her camera at flowers, butterflies, birds and bees.

Dark Wood Nymph

Might be because the smoke has been bad for days or it’s just a fluke . . .  but there are very few people on the river. Amid this calm, we take photos, enjoy lunch with a cold beverage and catch a few fish.

Searching

In all . . .  it was a great day and nice break from the smog.

Toys for the Holidays

Even the rod tube is a thing of beauty.
Winter’s chill brings ice even on a river.

This post marks the beginning of BlackDogHair’s fifth season blogging from Central Oregon. As always the intent is to post a short, image-filled review of our week, each Sunday morning (best intentions).

Hope you’ll keep coming back to see what happens. If so inclined, you can leave a comment in the space provided. Regardless, thanks for reading!

A narrow channel of the Crooked River remains un-frozen.

The weeks after Christmas in Central Oregon were bitter cold . . . which prevented us from venturing out to play with the toys Santa brought.

A gallery of macro photography

A warming trend moved in a week or so after New Years, so that is when we actually got started on our 2023 adventures. Of course, we headed over to the Crooked River for an initial testing of holiday gifts.

Jack got a new fly rod, the Winston five weight that has been on his wish list since … forever. While no fish were caught, there was noted improvement in his casting.

Assembling a new rod.

JQ has been playing with macro photography for a couple of years now, using an adaptor on her iPhone. That small chunk of glass was replaced with a lens dedicated to the art of close up photography. Armed with this new optical marvel,  you’ll be seeing a lot more of nature’s tiny wonders on this blog.

And with that we begin the journey . . .