August 27th, 2015: Day 6
The ride back to Buck road is chipper, as we are excited and reinvigorated by yesterday's rest day. We have three miles to walk into Keno where we will meet up with Barry and Ron and someone new, a photographer who will be joining with us for the next couple days.
By now, with rest, and under the cover of the trees, three miles is quick and pleasent. The heat of the sun is evenly distributed with breeze in the shade, and the sweet and tart of wild plums. A cowboy on a horse, with a hat, chats on the far side of a pasture with another farmer on a four-wheeler. The cows' voices heave with delight as they eat their breakfast.
Crossing the Klamath River
Big moments are not really that big sometimes. Em just kinda fits with the group, I like her instantly. (No, Dad, she is not Chinese.) I upload what I can in the library, stretch a bit, grab some energy bars donated graciously by Ron, and we walk out of Keno.
Alex and Dana join us for a few miles of the hike. Mostly to take pictures and video of the Klamath crossing.
Expectations tend to be wrong so much of the time, it is much easier and maybe saner not to have them. However when they are correct, they can be so satisfying. Perhaps the moment wasn't that big, because the river was so low. There are green streaks of algae waving at me from just under the surface of the water. And in not one hundred steps we are already across it.
But crossing the Klamath River, was the first signs that our momentum was building. A flat of beer from the Caldera brewery was donated, and to me IPAs taste like tree sap congealed onto empty bug carapices then set on fire, but this one at least starts out with a fresh hint of grapefruit.
<i> Everything changes </i>
The only sign of agriculture is the eveness of the trees as we head out of the city limits, and with public lands surrounding us, a weight seems lifted. We also start ascending into the higher mountains ever so slightly.
The pipeline, starts to converge with the road here. The proposed route of the pipeline had thus far, gone into private lands and the route couldn't intersect until today. We bushwack off of the road a half mile to see what we can see.
Until now, the proposed pipeline route has just been a yellow line on my GPS. Half an inch away from the blue arrow that was us, miles away in forbidden land.
Adorning a little pine, like a badge that its proudly wearing, a little blue placard states that this is Wildlife Habitat. Alex has a pretty funny conversation with the sign makers. Not far away from that spot, Emmalyn has found a wonderful place to stop and eat snacks.
On the day goes, we drop Alex and Dana off not far from the convergence of flagging and road. They must play musical vehicle chairs. Flagging, flagging and more flagging on little trees, on big trees. Some that are specially labeled, "Killer Tree, " in bright orange plastic tape.
The difference what invisible lines can take put in perspective of what one imagines what they could have, and what might become. The subtle shifts in the forests, those that are fiber farms, those that had a burn go through, those recently logged, through each property line throughout the day it is pointed at me.
Aspens grow from a single ground root. They shoot up into the air, similar to the way bamboo becomes so prolific.
The campsite is surrounded by Aspens. But I choose to camp away from that area on the first soft place since the beginning of the Hike. The road is near, but only a couple cars rush past in the night. The moon is just getting brighter as I shut my eyes.