I set out yesterday with my friend Preston for what would most likely be my final camping excursion of the year. We intended to camp up at Olallie Lake, and were expecting snow as Olallie sits on the Cascade Crest at 4800' elevation and an unseasonably cool trough of low pressure had dropped in from the Gulf of Alaska. We stocked up on food and refreshments at Detroit and headed up the Breitenbush River before turning up forest road 4690 to Olallie Lake. A few miles up the road snow began to fall and had accumulated to the depth of about an inch at the side of the road. We were still about a thousand feet in elevation lower than the lake and with much more snow forecasted to fall overnight I felt that it would be a bad idea to proceed further to the lake. Instead we turned around and decided to camp elsewhere.
We then headed down the Clackamas river before turn and heading north past Timothy Lake. A problem we ran into was that all the campgrounds were closed, so we continued north to Trillium Lake near Mt. Hood. I have camped in the over flow area in October before, but the sites did not look conducive to hanging a tarp so we drove down a gravel access road a few miles from the lake and found a nice spot in the woods. We set up camp and enjoyed the cool evening around a fire, telling stories and talking about life as the flames and whiskey warmed us and the snow began to fall. It was a cold night with nearly 3" of snow falling, but well worth it. The beauty of the autumn snowfall combined with the comradorie and overall experience of the weekend made the wet chill feel like a minor inconvienence.
It was fun watching the Clark's Jays steal my English Setter Annie's dog food right from her bowl as she fruitlessly chased another maurader. It was a quiet night in the forest, a quiet one could not find during the peak months of July and August. Yes, I would not have shivered in my bedroll during the height of summer, but I may not have also been allowed to build a raging campfire during those months because of the high fire danger. Plus how often does one get the privilege of experiencing the raw elements of nature, an early snow, and the brilliant crimson of the vine maple and golden yellow of the larch, and good times with one of their oldest and dearest friends? If this was my final camping trip of 2012 then I have bid this good year a fond farewell.