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Uplands

May 18, 2014

I ride across the Snake up Reynolds Creek to explore roads and routes I’ve not seen before camping somewhere in the mountains behind Silver City.

Last time
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“All systems nominal” the KTM would say in a soothing, female voice if only it had the speech synthesis of the fictional Comanche helicopter I used to fly.¹ I’ve had an extra couple weeks to isolate rattles, make adjustments and tweak the BlueTooth, WiFi and GPS gadgetry for roughing-it in the Owyhees.

  1. Wikipedia, “Comanche series”: en.wikipedia.org/…/Comanche_series
Plan C
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Things were different a few weeks ago. Hunter and I were rendezvousing with three guys we’d not met before, Eric, David and Henry, to camp at Indian Hot Springs.¹ But just a mile down the trail, in spite of running Tubliss,² I had a flat our combined resources could not resolve. Five hours of driving for five minutes of riding was a bit disappointing.

  1. Trail Image, “Hot Springs”: trailimage.com/…/hot-springs
  2. Neutech, “Tubliss”: nuetech.com/tubliss
Reynolds Creek Road
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It was there in the forge of the flat fix endeavor that a plan to ride to Three Forks¹ formed (I believe David’s idea). Waiting at home for replacement tube and tire made time for route analyses. We weren’t able to make our May schedules mesh again so I decided to use the Three Forks research for a weekday solo run through the vast and empty Owyhees along roads I’d not seen before — adventure!

  1. Trail Image, “Alone in the Owyhees”: trailimage.com/alone-in-the-owyhees
Reynolds Schoolhouse
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Although today desolate, the area is steeped in pioneer history. “There was a large immigration in 1862, owing to the civil war and to the fame of the Salmon River mines,”¹ a stick and carrot moving people east-to-west. Reynolds Creek, at the start of my ride, was one of many Owyhee settlements formed around the ephemeral pursuit of mineral wealth.

  1. Access Geneology, “Early Settlement of Idaho,” note 2: accessgenealogy.com/…/early-settlement-of-idaho
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Earlier westward travellers with the “Meek Emigrant Company reported they picked up gold and threw it away in 1845, not knowing the value of the metal.”¹ So in 1863, a “party of twenty-nine set out from Placerville² on an expedition to find … the famous ‘lost diggings’ of the immigration of 1845.”³

The nearby creek was named on that treasure-hunting expedition. “We crossed Snake River at the mouth of Boise River,” explains a member of the company, “traveling in a southwesterly direction, until we came to, at that time, quite a large stream, which we named, in honor of the laziest man in the company, ‘Reynolds creek.’”

  1. Oregonian, “New Gold Discoveries” (August 26, 1861)
  2. Trail Image, “Placerville”: trailimage.com/…/placerville
  3. Access Geneology, “Early Settlement of Idaho”: accessgenealogy.com/…/early-settlement-of-idaho
  4. Access Geneology, “Owyhee County: Its History, Towns, Industries”: accessgenealogy.com/…/index
Weathering
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The expedition found no hidden treasures but prospecting turned up enough color to draw the hopeful to settle Reynolds Creek. Among them was John Magnus Brunzell who immigrated from Sweden and came to Reynolds Creek around 1868. He owned a saloon, ran a lodging house¹ and helped “to build a school house 22×36 ft. for the sum of $870” in 1886,¹ the dilapidated building I’m looking at now.

  1. Owyhee Avalanche (February 2, 1875)
  2. Owyhee Avalanche (April 3, 1886)
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Mail service to Reynolds is said to have ended about 1940.¹ The school has probably sat decaying since then, slowly bowing to the sagebrush prairie.

  1. Ghost Towns, “Reynolds, Idaho” (forum comment): forums.ghosttowns.com/showthread
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I am buffeted by a flurry of swallows as I approach the school door. I think for a moment they’re bats when I see them emerging from basement stairs but then I recognize the scolding arcs cut through the air around me.

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I decide to alarm the school’s residents no further and content myself peering through perimeter windows, imagining neat rows of students, brothers and sisters, side-long glances.

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I enjoy the opportunity to visit with ghost town dead. They rest here, across from the school, as they do in so many other Owyhee plots — sun-bleached amidst brown tones, too young, we would say, to have gone.

Mary Brunzell
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Bluetooth feeding music to my ears, GPS pointing and tracking my way, WiFi controlling a video camera from the phone — I am like a time-traveller in this 1800s world. Days flash by, then weeks, months, centuries, millennia and soon we’re watching a herd of gomphotherium (something like an elephant) munching across the savannah that once covered this area. Their fifteen-million-year-old fossils were found here in 1985.¹

  1. The Deseret News, “Idaho site a treasure-trove of elephant-like fossils” (July 31, 1985): news.google.com/newspapers
Whiskey Mountain gate
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Following John Barenberg’s advice, I leave Reynold’s Creek and turn up Whiskey Mountain to continue upland. John’s Google Earth images were a major part of my route planning. I’m grateful for his guidance.

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Morning rain has made for tractable, dust-free passage between small meadows popping with flowers. If there’s an adventure riding heaven, it couldn’t differ much from this. Down the hill from Whiskey Mountain near Succor Creek, I stop a moment to look at Bergh Mine. The small tunnel would hardly be noticeable apart from the surrounding diggings.

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The veins on Whiskey Mountain were discovered near the turn of the century and mines were operated intermittently for brief periods. The mines have contributed an insignificant percentage to the total production record of the region.¹

  1. Idaho Bureau of Mines and Geology, “Geology and Mineral Resources of a Portion of the Silver City Region,” pp. 95–96: idahogeology.org/…/P-138
Monarca Mine
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I come across a Monarca Mine bunkhouse not far up the hill from Bergh. Monarca was a lead and silver mine in the 1960s.¹ I see only refuse through open doorways so I continue on my happy way.

  1. Western Mining History, “Monarca Mine”: westernmininghistory.com/…/10069912
Desert aspens
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Because I grew up among North Idaho evergreens, I think, aspen groves always seem special, always worth a stop and look at their white bark and winking leaves. Up here, that means a lot of stops.

Upland grasses
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Pioneers
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Me and grandma’s gnomes*
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One of the few things I remember from three-years-old is lying on the floor of my Grandma and Grandpa Reed’s living room in Troy, Idaho, driving my Matchbox cars (which I still have) back and forth on the floor. I watched the little wheels turn round and round through small hills and valleys in the carpet. There was something fascinating about it.

I have the same feeling today about curls of white bark, bubbles in a tiny brook, sage wafting in the breeze — so many wonderful details for my three-year-old self to enjoy.

  1. starPhoto by my mom, Cheryl Reed
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I roam alone
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It is said, based on Allen Parducci’s research, that “someone whose life consists of many ordinary experiences punctuated by a few very bad ones is happier than someone with the same ordinary experiences punctuated by a few moments of bliss.”¹

I looked into Parducci’s analyses and found them more than I could digest in short order but it makes sense that having the mindset to find joy in ordinary experiences is the happier condition than pinning hopes to future glories. Riding has helped me cultivate present, ordinary-moment appreciation, I think.

  1. Joachim I. Krueger, “False Consciousness of Happiness,” Psychology Today (May 19, 2014): psychologytoday.com/…/false-consciousness-happiness
Succor Creek headwaters
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Haunted wood
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Penultimate
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Snow bank
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Snow visible in mountain lees was long a clue the road might somewhere be buried. I first spin through ice in forest shadows near 7,000 feet. Others have cut trail so it isn’t bad. Above the trees I’ve little choice but to circumvent deeper snowbanks on over-saturated ground. I try not to spin.

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One soul
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Southern slopes are snow free and carpeted green with spring grass. I stop for a celebratory look around, admiring the delicate flowers that cling to this thin, windswept soil.

South Mountain rains
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The ridgetop scrapings of the Kinross DeLamar open pit silver mine are still visible from here, slowly returning to nature since the mine shut down in 1999.¹

  1. Eugene Register, “Boom-and-Bust Cycle Repeats Itself” (November 26, 1998): news.google.com/newspapers
Cockpit perspective
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Coming round the mountain
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Backlit
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Top soil
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Wagontown Cemetery
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The small placemark escaped my notice while route planning so I’m surprised to see a cemetery along the road as I near the base of mountain hills. I pull in to visit the people here.

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Wagontown sprung up in the fashion of Reynolds, so called because of wagons left parked here before the road to Silver City was finished. “Wagontown is the liveliest place in Owyhee,” it was said in 1876. “The new quartz mines are situated only about a mile and a half distant, and we should not be surprised to see a thousand people rustling about in that neighborhood next summer.”¹

One Tom Walls ran a Wagontown horse track that was known far and wide for several years.² These descriptions make me think of Star Ranch,³ well north of here, near Placerville, which also sported well-attended horse races and dances in the late 1800s.

  1. Owyhee Avalanche, “Ball at Wagontown” (February 3, 1876)
  2. Owyhee Avalanche, “Horse Race” (August 14, 1869)
  3. Trail Image, “Wintry Backroads to Lowman”: trailimage.com/wintry-backroads-to-lowman
Unknowns
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As I’ve noticed in most all the Owyhee cemeteries, a gold rush atmosphere meant many would arrive and die before becoming known to others, lives forgotten, stories untold. Like Oreana¹ and Fairview,² Wagontown has rows of “unknown.”

  1. Trail Image, “Oreana and Little Jacks Creek”: trailimage.com/oreana-and-little-jacks-creek
  2. Trail Image, “First Ride to Silver City”: trailimage.com/first-ride-to-silver-city
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A defining event of the Snake War, the deadliest Indian war in the west,¹ occurred in Wagontown when James Fraser and William Slack were brutally killed while prospecting for gold below town. (Skip over this account to avoid gruesome details.)

Fraser was shot just above the right nipple and Slack in the left side. They were both scalped, Fraser’s body being much more horribly mangled; his chin-whiskers were cut off, including the skin and flesh; his thighs split open, bowels cut out, and otherwise gashed and disfigured about the body. Slack’s bowels were cut open and two frightful gashes from each armpit round to his neck, as if they had intended to sever his arms from his shoulders.²

  1. Wikipedia, “Snake War”: en.wikipedia.org/…/Snake_War
  2. Owyhee Avalanche, “Another Atrocious Indian Murder” (May 4, 1876)
Thomas looks good
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DeLamar dredge*
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The lifespan of Wagontown was similar to that of Reynolds. Its remnants were erased, converted to gravel piles, when the valley was dredged in the 1930s.¹ The cemetery on the hill is all that remains.

  1. starImage 75-21.2 from the Idaho Historical Society
  2. Mike Hanley, “Owyhee Trails: The West’s Forgotten Corner,” pp. 230–231; also Ghost Towns, “Wagontown”: ghosttowns.com/…/wagontown
Bitterroot
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Raindrops spatter against my face shield as I fly along the wide gravel of Long Ridge after leaving Wagontown. Dark sheets of rain hang over South Mountain, ahead. I turn from the gravel to a twisting four-wheel-drive track above Jordan Creek but keep my speed. Until I see a pretty flower.

I suppose it catches my attention for having the audacity to grow in the middle of the road, the delicate petals belying the large, bitter taproot that was part of the Native American diet.

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Descent to Jordan Creek
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I saw a Google Earth image of Jordan Creek in a slot canyon that inspired me to come this way for a look. I pull open yet another stretched wire gate and begin descending the rocky, little used trail toward the creek.

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I am rewarded with the expected scene, small creek threaded between tall cliffs lit orange in the afternoon sun. It’s beautiful. I expect to continue along the creek some ways to the main road but the trail turns to brush and I realize it must continue on the other side of the water.

I look closely at the high running creek. “I can probably go off this tall bank with some speed and clear the deep part,” I think. Then I think again and start backtracking out of the canyon.

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The alternative route is beautiful in its own right, a gradual red dirt descent by blooming bitterbrush toward South Mountain. I reach Flint Creek Road in a lush meadow where Big Boulder, Rail, Old Man, Duck and Flint Creeks come together with Jordan Creek. That’s a lot of creeks!

Flint Creek Road
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Speeds are high again on the gravel of Flint Creek Road. I fly through meadows and over sagebrush hills. I thought I might pop over to the Boulder Creek gorge south of here, or down Antelope Ridge a ways, but the rain delayed start to the day and many other stops mean I should focus on finding somewhere to camp. I ride on.

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I laid in a route that would lead back into the mountains around Silver City for camping but I’m quickly thwarted by a fence and “private property” sign. I guess I’m going off-plan. I could stop and camp most anywhere (I haven’t seen anyone on my path for the last five hours) but for coming all this way, I’m aiming for something spectacular.

Blocks above
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I follow a dashed line on the GPS farther and farther, across Bridge Creek to the ridge above, one BLM gate and another. “Is this spot nice enough” I ask myself. “Nope.” I keep going.

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Ominous hills
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When the trail ends and light wanes, I decide it’s time to decide. I think I’ll at least find a place well away from many sand mounds that have the appearance of large insect homes. I don’t need that kind of wake-up.

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All set
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There is just enough daylight left to set up and relax a while by the fire. My childhood bedroom faced tall pines and I find pleasant memories in the sound of wind through their boughs but tonight it is also lonely.

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I am lucky to have found a site with a kitchenette (rocks) and coat room (stiff branches). I eat spicy noodles and sip whisky while the tiny pump works on my air mattress.

Night sky
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Bed is made
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The day and dinner drinks have made me tired. I am excited for the sites I plan to see tomorrow but sleep sounds best now. Good night.