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MOUNT JEFFERSON WILDERNESS-FINALE

December 16, 2025 Roger Jenkins 2 Comments

MOUNT JEFFERSON WILDERNESS

MOUNT HOOD NATIONAL FOREST

WILLAMETTE NATIONAL FOREST

Activity: Backpacking

41 miles, 7,014 elevation gain, 21 hours moving time, rated Moderate to Hard

Date: 8/25-30/25

Day 4 & 5: Russell Lake – Cigar Lake – Olallie Lake

The serenity of Russell Lake, in the shadow of the magnificent Mount Jefferson, made it difficult to move on as Jefferson Park is in a word, idyllic.

The glaciers on the mountain pick up the soft light of early morning… the still waters of the alpine lake reflecting the regal presence of Mount Jefferson… this place of calm framed by towering firs is a quiet reminder to appreciate the richness of the moment.

I finished my breakfast while stuffing the last of my equipment into my pack. I watched as Anthony and Katie, who had set out already, took a jaunt around our little lake first. It was such a spectacular day that a side excursion was certainly in order.

I followed suit along a faint trail around Russell Lake that was later lost in a tangle of undergrowth, so I just tramped my way- bushwhacking back to the lakeside bank to finish my walk.

Peggy and Dale were packing up leisurely, enjoying our splendid campsite at the lake, as I headed up the mountain into the dense forest. I celebrated every footfall along the path carpeted in pine needles while serenaded by songbirds.

Every so often, through a peekaboo window that the woodland would open up, I could spy Peggy, Dale and their dog Jimi making their way to the foothill of our climb.

They were making good time and by mid-morning they had overtaken me so we proceeded together. My sister, Peggy confided that she was happy that we were hiking together for several reasons. One, obviously we planned to backpack this adventure to be together and together was more fun- despite that we may hike at a different pace. Two, she didn’t want to have to worry about me. Three, she was still a little apprehensive about her husband Dale since he had suffered the day before and as mentioned previously he had a bad experience on Mount Hood the year before. As it turned out her concern wasn’t without foundation.

**Anthony and Katie loving life along the trail.**
Photo complements of Anthony E. King Photography

**Peggy, Dale and their Vizsla Trail Dog Jimi**

Dale, now 70, was about to learn that he was no longer Superman at least as far as the latter part of epic backpacking adventure. Just like the year before on the Timberline Trail he learned a lesson. The lesson being- during the latter days of trudging through the wilderness with a pack, especially during the second half of the day, exertion fatigue would for evermore proved taxing on him.

I was feeling good. It was only the first couple days climbing the mountain with heavy pack that I was feeling the plague of weariness. Of course admittedly we had now slowed our pace and were taking frequent breaks since Dale was not welling well.

Mt Jefferson Wilderness, Finale - 'Pursuing Balance Through Adventure'

So, I certainly was not being pushed and now the pace was certainly a lot slower than I would have set if I was alone. I was still a bit concerned because seeing Dale struggle was something that I had not been accustomed to. But by slowing our pace and taking lots of breaks Dale was able to endure.

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This day was another Beauty and the Beast regarding the dichotomy from the most alluring and stunning environment to the chard trunks of wildfire devastation. Everything everywhere just blackened truly a Land of the Lost. So utterly sad and dismal.

Bug Whisperer Dale and newly hatched Dragon Fly-Photo Anthony E. King Photography

We could have hiked out on this day and I believe even though it would have been long and difficult that is what I would have preferred. I wanted to leave this wildfire Hell.

Anthony had planned out a day that would not have been as hard leaving us with an easy hike out the last day. He had a lake in mind. I kept contemplating, as we wearily plodded along, we can’t be to this lake yet because everything is still ugly. Dale kept getting worse and his pace continued to fall off with each on going hour of exertion.

We finally pulled into where we were pitching our tents for the night. Cigar Lake, I am sure was named because of it’s shape, but I was thinking that it was ably named as it was all burned up. This Hades was surely the worst spot I have ever camped. The toppled timber was barren and black strewn about like matchsticks and the ground was ash. The smoke from the Sister’s Fire was choking out the sun giving it the appearance of a glowing red ball. It was an eerie apocalyptic setting.

By the time we arrived Anthony and Katie had already set up their camp. The wind had painted the sides of their tents with ash. I really did not want to camp in that dirty, dusty place and searched about finding something more suitable in some nearby boulders. By the time I filtered water, set up my tent and started my Jetboil for dinner it was dark. There was nothing to see anyway so that was fine.

During the night I got a wild hair and conjured up a plan. In my mind the beauty of this expedition was over. There was only the drudgery of the last final few miles through the land of doom. So a leisurely breakfast was certainly not something to be enjoyed in this place of destruction.

Beyond that I had been invited to return to my university, Oregon State, for a fraternity event which I thought that I would not be able to attend to the disappointment of my brothers. I had not set foot on campus since my graduation so seeing my fraternity brother chums and going to the football game was pulling at me. I thought if I got up early and high tailed it, hopped in my Toyota 4Runner TRD and 4wheeled out of there I just might make the event.

So that is exactly what I did. I bid my expedition friends farewell and hauled butt. You would not think that I had ever struggled on the mountain. With new found exuberance I moved at PCT Through Hiker pace, almost running, lol! I jumped in my rig and was gone in a giant cloud of dust bouncing along the rugged jeep trail off to another type of adventure.

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**“True strength is not measured when you are at our strongest but when you are at your weakest.” – Rashad Evans**

Our group of intrepid wanderers Anthony, Katie, Peggy, Dale, and I appreciate you FOLLOWING these episodes of ‘Pursuing Balance Through Adventure’ Oregon Hiking in the Mount Jefferson Wilderness. (Previous episode) Our adventure trail started in a forest of devastation, lifeless and charred by wildfire. It even began raining and I thought to myself this is not why I came to here, this sucks. Most of that first day we were surrounded by ugliness and hardship. But that struggle through the ravaged area brought us to one of the most beautiful places one could imagine. There were more of those days ahead for us on the journey, a balance of gorgeous and hideous. Lush, fertile forest balanced with blacken timber and scorched earth. Nature does not know good and evil and views wildfire started by lightning as a crucial step in renewal, adaptation and the maintaining of ecological balance. I write this Adventure Blog PBTA talking about Balance. This is just another type of Balance. The Balance of Nature. You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain. Forests need wildfire as hard as that is for me to digest. On this hike we got to see two extremes. All part of Natures plan. I will say the struggles that we experienced through spoiled forest and the physical struggles that I had at the beginning of the trip and that Dale had at the end of the trip- were worth it. We were stronger for it. We were able to experience something very special, something that most people do not get to. The journey although difficult for different reasons, was oh so glorious. The sublime portions were so marvelous. It was pay to play, but we were all winners. It is on to the next adventure so be sure to: LIKE, COMMENT, FOLLOW and SHARE. Please visit my Online SHOP APPAREL for top quality adventure wear that carries the mantra, the banner, the message, the logo: ‘Pursuing Balance Through Adventure’. Profound Experiences in Nature is what we seek to Balance ho hum everyday responsibility with thrilling escapades. The menu showcases the many locations that PBTA travels. Each location is a separate website and thus needs to be FOLLOWED independently.

Happy Trails-

Roger Jenkins

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Mount Hood National Forest, Mount Jefferson Wilderness, Willamette Valley National Forest

MOUNT JEFFERSON WILDERNESS, Day 3

December 4, 2025 Roger Jenkins Leave a comment

MOUNT JEFFERSON WILDERNESS

MOUNT HOOD NATIONAL FOREST

WILLAMETTE NATIONAL FOREST

Activity: Backpacking

41 miles, 7,014 elevation gain, 21 hours moving time, rated Moderate to Hard

Date: 8/25-30/25

Day 3: Pamelia Lake to Russell Lake

The day began in the dense thicket of fir trees along the shores of the ever so still Pamelia Lake. The lake reflected the evergreens and steep mountainside of Grizzly Peak just opposite our location. The scene was so peaceful and soothing as we filtered water for the days journey back to Jefferson Park.

I was apprehensive about the remainder of our trek. The first day we climbed in elevation to Park Ridge, the high point of the expedition. It was a not easy and I tired along the route. Now on Day 3 we were at the lowest elevation. We had done nothing but descend to this wonderful lake, but now it would be all up hill from here.

Once again I set out ahead of my fellow backpackers not wanting to slow the others down. The woods we were traveling through were just amazing, many of the fir trees were mighty tall and strong.

I ran into plenty of PCT Through Hikers and it was always fun to converse with them about their experience and how it was going. I talked to a solo PCT’er from Florida. He was not young and he did not look all that fit, but certainly he was as he had an extraordinary amount of miles under his belt by that point. He was not sure that he would be able to complete his quest before the winter storms in the Cascades would drive him back, but he was going to give it a go. I told him to me such a journey seems impossible. He conveyed that it gets easier and you more or less get used to it. Good for him! How cool. The folks we were meeting on trail now were pretty much the stragglers this late in the season. By the time they reach the North Cascades in Washington there was a real threat of extreme winter conditions in the mountains. Only the most hearty would make it now.

The alluring perfect forest ran out as we wrapped around the mountain. Back to the burn scar, ugh, but I did find some bushes filled with huckleberries and took a nice long break harvesting as many of the delicious tidbits for my breakfast snack as I could muster.

I was making pretty good time and was pleased that now on day 3 of hiking with a heavy pack, gaining elevation with each step, I had settled into a rhythm. It was not as taxing on me as I had dreaded, don’t get me wrong it was still taxing, but I was doing fine. The speedy expert trekker Anthony and not far behind him the youngster of our group, Katie, did not pass me until much later in the day.

On and on through the devastation we trekked as far as I could see, and I could see pretty far. There was burnt timber everywhere and add to that I could see smoke from the active fire in the Sisters, Oregon area blowing up the valley and hoped that would not choke us out. I pondered about our safety and how that fire fight was going since we were more or less out of touch with the rest of the world. All of the timber that surrounded us had already burned once I imagine it wouldn’t burn again, but then again it’s a lot of wood, right?

I marched uphill through the wildfire devastation late into the afternoon and I was starting to wonder where was Peggy and Dale? They certainly should have passed me by now. I caught up to Anthony and Katie who were taking a snack break and voiced my concern and Anthony always positive said, “I am sure they are fine”. As the time passed I grew more and more worried. I happened to find a point with a little cell service and contacted their son Nick, who was their safety contact.

The year before Peggy and Dale followed my footsteps of an epic adventure I had previously and that was the Timberline Trail. Dale the senior of our group, an avid outdoorsman, had struggled on the last days of that backpacking event. This had not happened to him before so it was a surprise. It put them in a dangerous position as they were a day or two overdue and ran through their provisions with no contact via satellite device. Finally as their Safety Group, Nick and I pushed the panic button and contacted Search and Rescue. Luckily Dale and Peggy were able to self rescue. Search and Rescue contacted them just as they arrived back at their camper and recharged their batteries enough to function. Dale had suffered from extreme exhaustion, but they made it out. So obviously there was good measure for my concern.

It was time to cross the tricky fast moving stream, but this time no one was around in case anything went wrong. I crossed the same spot I had the day before. It was probably the most difficult, but it kept me high and dry while the others painstakingly crossed in the water rather than above it. Easy does it… one foot after the other… watch your balance with the heavy pack… try not to make the thin log move… good made it to the halfway spot of a boulder in midstream… transition to the next wobbly log from which a fall would be rather dreadful. All good! Now up the embankment and onward.

Anthony maneuvering Russle Creek Crossing

Entering Jefferson Park I was once again immersed in the immense beauty of this Garden of Eden. Streams that flowed with milk and honey, evergreens forests thick with life, the glaciers on Mount Jefferson glimmering in the sunshine.

Everything was perfect, but it was now the end of the day and no Dale and Peggy. A Through Hiker who was laying down tracks at a quick pace came up from behind me. I asked her if she had seen a couple backpackers with a dog? She remembered them, (everyone remembers the dog), she said she saw them taking a break and that they seemed fine. This was very reassuring and I thanked her for the good news.

It turned out that like the year before on Mount Hood and the Timberline Trail, Dale had hit a wall and was experiencing extreme fatigue, much more than I had ever experienced, as obviously I was way ahead of them.

It was so good to be back in Mount Jefferson Park, a place that was… in a word: perfect.

Our camp for the night was Russell Lake, surprisingly I was the first to arrive.

It turns out that Anthony and Katie took a brief side excursion around a couple other little alpine lakes nearby scouting places to camp as Anthony is always taking notes for other endeavors.

I scouted a couple spots to camp and then decided to take a load off and just enjoy a snack and the remarkable vision before me. It wasn’t long before Anthony and Katie arrived and we started setting up camp. I let them know that I had heard that Peggy and Dale were okay.

We were later all reunited and happy to be together in this stunning spot. We all went for an awesome swim in the lake. It felt great to wash away the trail dust. We shared story time perched on some rocks down by the lake as we ate our dinner. Peggy and Dale once again with their lavish Home Made Trail Cuisine, the rest of us were resigned to backpacker just add boiling water meal in a bag.

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**Sure I might be physically present, but mentally I’m barefoot sitting next to an alpine lake with no cell service.**

Anthony, Katie, Peggy, Dale, and I say thank you and I hope you are enjoying these episodes of ‘Pursuing Balance Through Adventure’ Oregon Hiking in the Mount Jefferson Wilderness. This addition is such an utter dichotomy from the extraordinary beauty in Mount Jefferson Park, (Not sure why they refer to the area as “park”, as when I think of a park I think of roadways, bathrooms, campgrounds, ranger stations, visitor centers and so forth. There is nothing like that in Jefferson Park), to the bitting ruin of what once was the quintessential Pacific Northwest forest. I keep telling myself this is the balance of nature, not always so beautiful. Nature gave us the beauty and it also struck it down with a lightning storm which turned into a firestorm inferno. Someday the burn scar area will be a marvel once again, but not in our lifetime. There is more to share of our Mount Jefferson Wilderness Adventure. (Mt Jefferson Wilderness Finale) Stay with us for more mountain trekking all you have to do is: LIKE, COMMENT, FOLLOW and SHARE. Don’t forget to visit my Online SHOP APPAREL for top quality adventure wear that carries the mantra, the banner, the message, the logo: ‘Pursuing Balance Through Adventure’. Profound Experiences in Nature is what we seek to Balance home/work life with peace and harmony. The menu showcases the many locations that PBTA travels. Each location is a separate website and thus needs to be FOLLOWED independently.