I had hoped to head for Idaho, but the weather was looking dismal, and I figured we would be lucky to get over the mountains to eastern Oregon. We were wheels up about 6pm Friday evening and made our way under/around/over clouds and precip to Redmond, then north down the John Day river. The snow showers and rainbows in the distance made for a spectacular flight, although a little cold! Good thing I had just switched the fresh air/heat hoses in the cowling and had copious amounts of O-540 produced heat pumping into the cabin! Ah, spring in Oregon.
The arrival into chukar was uneventful, although the wind was still blowing some in the canyon. We set up the tent, got some ramen noodles cooking and ate dinner in our sleeping bags. Everybody conked out dreaming of small mouth bass.........
Saturday morning we awoke to the sound of light rain intermittently but slightly warmer temps. We hoped the weather would improve as we were expecting a few friends to join us if they could get there. By mid morning, we jumped in the Maule and took a little hop out of the canyon to get some cell service to check in. To our disappointment, we found out via text that the weather on the west side of the Cascades was worse than forecast and that they would not be able to join us. We dropped back into the canyon and decided to do some fishing.
Beckett caught the first of many small mouth to come

The low clouds keeping the crowds away.

After lunch, we decided to tackle the ridge behind camp and see how far up we could hike. Maddie took this picture when we got back to show where we hiked to.

Flowers on the way up


The viewpoint


Silas was enjoying the wild

The weather was improving, and we started to wonder if we would get any visitors?

Just before dark, we heard the faint sound of a Rotax.........My Dad had left Friday evening, about an hour after us and the weather was poor enough that he had stopped in Roseburg and spent the night with my sister. Saturday, he flew up the I5 corridor to the gorge, then east and found us on the John Day.

Sunday, the weather was nice on the east side of the mountains

The infamous windsock tree through the eyes of a seven year old......

Treasures that 4 and 7 year olds find at chukar flats.......they begged and pleaded to haul every last thing they found home......including about 200 spent rounds of .22 ammo!

The trip home was the same as the trip there, under/around/over clouds and precip all the way to the Pacific Ocean. It was good to be in the backcountry again!

