Getting ready.
Nancy found a trail to ride that we’ve never ridden before, the Brice Creek Trail, which is about twenty miles east of Cottage Grove.
A half-mile into the trail.
The trail borders Brice Creek for about six miles, traversing mining claims, waterfalls, and old flumes.
After a mile, we encountered a cliff area protected with a cable fence.
It had rained the night before, so everything was dripping wet. The uphill side of my body got soaking wet from brushing against overhanging vegetation.
A panorama.
The one section with any exposure.
Northwest math: vacation + Oregon = rain
You can ride the trail as an out-and-back, or ride it as a loop by riding uphill on the road next to the creek.
We rode uphill on the trail for about a mile, and then crossed over to the pavement at Cedar Creek Campground to make the next four miles a little bit easier.
Trestle Creek.
Once you get back on the singletrack at the east end of the trail, you quickly come across Trestle Creek, an incredibly lush ravine that is strewn with logs suspended across its narrow width.
Lush vegetation on the trail to Lower Trestle Creek Falls.
There’s a short, steep, no-bikes trail up to Lower Trestle Creek Falls.
Arriving at Lower Trestle Creek Falls.
The scenery is well worth the short hike.
Primordial.
It feels like the Land the Time Forgot.
The bridge at Cedar Creek Campground.
Dad left us at Lund Campground due to a sore butt and rode down the pavement to Cedar Creek Campground while Nancy and I continued down the singletrack.
Rhododendrons bloomed along the trail.
Nancy almost rode off the trail while looking at the flowers.
Waterfall? Where?
There was supposed to be a waterfall near the campground, but all we could find were some rapids.
One of the few rocky sections
Nancy and I joined Dad at the “waterfall.”
Getting scientific.
We started playing around in the pools in the rocks, looking for weird stuff.
Don’t bogart that waterbug, my friend.
Nancy spotted waterbugs in the pools that were like hermit crabs. They built shells that they dragged around and retreated into when disturbed.
Soaked but happy.
It was a fun ride, pretty easy for the most part, with some extremely lush scenery.
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