There are two things I need to point out at the beginning of this post.
- This is the last post at oregonnater.wordpress.com. If you’re a subscriber and you’ve liked what you’ve seen, head over to oregonnater.com and kindly resubscribe. It’s up and going!
- I have been procrastinating on fixing all the glitches with my new site and I have a backlog. I went on this hike over a week ago and I’m just now getting around to posting. I have another post in queue, as well.
This overnight trip was to an area just west of Crater Lake that was touched by fires this summer. The last time I came to Buckeye Lake, it was rainy in the spring, and this time — surprise! – it rained on me. But that was at the end of the trip. Let me start at the beginning.
Note for Google Maps users: the bridge that used to lead across South Umpqua River to get to Skimmerhorn Trailhead has been out for over a year, I think, but there is a nice bridge just past it that connects.
I got to the trailhead on a Saturday around noon. There were a few cars there and a muscular dude carrying a floating fishing chair thing. I was hoping to have a lake to myself, but I didn’t mind the muscular dude. Plus, if necessary, I could find a camping spot around Cliff Lake instead of Buckeye.
The trail in to the lakes goes through a burn zone and offers some pretty open views of the mountains around. It doesn’t take very long to get to Buckeye Lake.
When I got to the lake, I found that everyone was there to fish, which meant I’d have the lake to myself after all. I struggled to find a campsite on the shore of the smaller lake west of Buckeye, though it was really pretty. I especially liked the little lilypads.
So I crossed back over the little landbridge between the two lakes and found a pretty good established spot on the southwest edge of Buckeye. It took some scouting, but there’s a foottrail made by fishers and campers that traces around the edge of the lake and leads right to the site.
I brought my drone and tested out my skills again. I did considerably better than last time, though I didn’t have a rushing river threatening to wash away my drone, either. There’s still lots of room for improvement before I invest in anything more expensive.
The next morning, I woke up around 2 or 3 to the roaring noise of frogs, which was kinda annoying how load it was, but I ignored. Then around 5, I awoke to the roaring noise of thunder, which turned into a light rain, then a heavier rain with ominous thunderclaps. I ended up packing up my gear from within the tent, then frantically gathering the tent up and heading out in the rain, only to find that the storm was about to pass and I would’ve had a sunny morning post-rain. I didn’t even go see Cliff Lake.