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Beating the Heat: Sea Kayaking, Skiing & More

Paddling at Hosmer LakeSEA KAYAKING THE HIGH DESERT
 
Who woulda thunk that Central Oregon could be a Mecca for sea kayakers? On a recent morning bike ride up to Mt. Bachelor, I was passed by approximately 30 rooftop kayaks enroute to various Cascade Lakes. Just a couple of weeks ago, some avid kayakers I know had to park along the highway and drag their boats across the snow to put in at Sparks Lake. Now, there is good access to all of our lakes and it is prime paddling season.
Sparks Lake, the closest lake to town for a decent paddle, is especially good in the early season. It is a shallow lake that dries up as summer progresses, but right now it is full and fun. It offers nooks and crannies to explore, paddle-up campsites and is a wonderful lake from which to watch a full moon rise behind Bachelor. I remember one magical full moon paddle when we were accompanied by a deer swimming across the lake. Hosmer Lake is another favorite of kayakers and fly fishermen alike. It is a beautiful sinuous lake filled with gorgeous yellow water lilies and reflections of South Sister, Broken Top and Bachelor. The water is clear and the fish are plentiful. There is a special treat if you manage to navigate the maze of reeds to the inlet- a sparkling waterfall. I also enjoy taking a lap or two around Elk Lake followed, of course, by an ice cream cone at the lodge. Other great lakes for getting your sea kayak wet include Cultus for a woodsy feel, Crescent if you like sandy beaches and Waldo if you're ready for the potential of bigger conditions.

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Power of One: One person can make a difference out there

Needs a friend. Back in the early ’50’s, not long after I rolled into Central Oregon on my old Harley, I was going to set

Needs a friend. Back in the early '50's, not long after I rolled into Central Oregon on my old Harley, I was going to set the world afire either as a high-powered timber faller, chainsaw salesman, mechanic or naturalist. While I was trying to make all or any of that happen I got to know many good people who made their living cutting trees, among them, Leo Bishop of Bend.
Leo was a gracious gentleman, wonderful family man, Boy Scout leader, and a scaler for Brooks Scanlon – the biggest saw mill and lumber outfit left in Bend after Shevlin-Hixon shut down.
He walked many miles examining the timber sale to make sure each two-man team of fallers were granted an equal amount of trees to cut. And while he was doing that he also got a rough estimate of how much raw timber would eventually arrive at the mill to make dimension lumber.
One late afternoon, Leo came by my little saw shop in Bend, located near where Hollywood Video is today, to drop off some saws to be fixed. As he placed them on the shop floor he said, "Hey, Jim, I thought you'd like to know I found a big old Shasta Red Fir today on Davis Mountain with an active bald eagle nest in it."

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Chasing DreamsMax, Tour des Chutes, Gorge Games & More

Let’s get physical. GLUTEUS MAXIMUS, MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE, MAX FACTOR
 
About 6 years ago, I founded the Bend Adventure Racing Klub (www.BARKracing.com). We were assembling Team BARK to race our first 24-hour Cal Eco event. Dave Schneider and Tom Schill were committed, and I was our token female, but we needed a third guy. We "interviewed" two candidates, including Max King. None of us knew Max, but he had expressed interest. He was very young and very understated, but there was something about him we liked, so we chose him. A few days later, we all piled into Dave's truck, pulling a trailer brimming with gear behind us, and headed out on the long drive to Central California. I remember our first rest stop about three hours later. As the rest of us stiffly climbed out of the truck, Max took three long graceful strides and hurdled a nearby picnic table. We all looked at each other with astonished expressions and wondered just who we had signed up. As it turned out, Max was a recent Cornell graduate who had been a stellar collegiate steeplechaser. Burned out on the track and field regimen, he wanted to try something new. I can tell you, Max is a stellar adventure racer too. There were times he had our entire team in tow, and he weighed less than any of us. He has an unflappable nature (extremely useful in adventure racing!) and he is bright, quickly mastering the art of navigation. After a couple of years having fun with adventure racing, Max returned to competitive running and dedicated himself the past two years to training for the Olympic steeplechase. He took time away from his job at Bend Research and away from his wife Dorie, living and training in Eugene. Too often in our lives we don't chase our dreams. Max finished sixteenth in the Olympic Trials in Eugene last week, but in my mind he's a hero just for giving it a go.

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Pigeons vs. Soccer

HEY, IT COULD HAVE BEEN
BUD COLLINS…
Apparently the only thing dropping from Wimbledon faster than Americans and top-seeds are the pigeons.
Championship
officials last week hired an assassin to take out pigeons who weren't
scared of by the two hawks originally hired to rid the area of flying
rats. The dive-bombing birds were a nuisance to players for sure, but
they were also creating a health hazard in one of the restaurant areas
of the All England Club, officials said, when they began defecating on
patron tables. Sort of puts the yuck factor in the traditional
Wimbledon indulgence: strawberries and cream.
People for the
Ethical Treatment of Animals, of course, wound themselves up in a tizzy
admonishing championship officials, saying the marksmen were used as a
"first, rather than last resort" according to ESPN.com.
But the
whole thing got me thinking about where marksmen might be appropriate
in the American sporting arena - and where PETA has no jurisdiction.

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Snakeflies in the Grass: Why you shouldn’t exterminate your friendly flies

Pretty, ain’t she?If the photo above gives you the shudders – and unfortunately, many
people have that innate fear of "bugs" – relax. I met that harmless,
adult female snakefly last week in the Sisters Library after it was
energetically swiped off the back of 10-year old Tanner Head's neck.
When he got over what he thought was a sneak attack, he looked at it
and thought it to be, in his vernacular, "way cool."

Snakeflies may
look formidable, especially that tiny female with her "stinger" which
is only an egg-laying device; in reality they are "way cool" insects
harmless to humans. For aphids and other small plant-sucking insects,
however, it's another matter.
Adult snakeflies eat only dead
insects, the larvae are like wolves; they gobble up anything they can
catch. For anyone who has a flower or vegetable garden, snakefly larva
are friends of the family.

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Surf Is Where You Find It: Estrogen, waves, triathlons and more

A WOMAN'S TOUCH
Paul Van Camp awaiting a wave with Haystack Rock in the background.On Thursday mornings, for years if not decades, I've
grabbed a Source and flipped immediately to this page to catch Bob
Woodward's commentary, usually enriched by a story connecting past and
present and occasionally spiked with an edgy throwdown. More recently,
I've enjoyed Kevin Grove's tales of mountaineering adventures and
appreciation for our natural environment. Well, Woody's written enough
articles to fill a library and Kev's roaming the country skiing Hood,
Ranier and other mountains. At a time in our country when the glass
ceiling is being broken, it seems appropriate for the Source to bring a
woman's touch to the Outside column.
On that note, kudos to
Pine Mountain Sports and Trek for the women's bike demos and ladies
night earlier this month. I happened to be out at Phil's Trail during
the demo and it seemed like a huge success. Riding there another day, I
pulled aside for a young woman riding uphill. She had a big grin on her
face as she followed her friend and huffed, "This is my first mountain
bike ride!" You go, girl.

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A Bee in My Bonnet: Wrangling up a nest of hot hornets

Jim Anderson, fearless beekeeper. Father’s Day has come and gone, but the joy that comes from the celebration goes on and on – like the

Jim Anderson, fearless beekeeper. Father's Day has come and gone, but the joy that comes from the celebration goes on and on – like the book my wife, Sue, gave me, Robbing the Bees by Holley Bishop.
 
This marvelous and well-written treatise is not only a biography of how honey sweetened the lives of generations of people in the Old World for thousands of years, as well as a discussion of bee-keeping today; it's also a darn good "bee-manual."
Whether you're a beekeeper, someone who loves honey, or appreciate a good book, you'll enjoy having Robbing the Bees in your library and sharing it with friends and family. Which opens the door to my latest adventure with bees…
"Jim," the voice on the other end of my telephone said in an excited voice, "this is Jan Baker in Bend. I have a big swarm of bees in my apple tree, do you want them?"

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Shifting Into Summer ‘Tude: Brush up on your bike etiquette, build trails, and more

What's With All The MTB 'Tude?
 
Many longtime local mountain bike riders are scratching their heads wondering what's behind the current rise in blatant bad attitude on trails. You know, fast riders scowling as they bear down on you at mach speed, riders not warning you when wanting to pass or passing, riders screaming at you to get out of their way, riders not yielding the right-of-way on hills, etc.
There are probably all sorts of reasons for the growth in "'tude" but many more reasons for putting an end to it. We have a tremendous resource in the local trail system, so why ruin the good vibe with "'tude." Smile and enjoy being out there, greet fellow riders and keep the fun in the local mountain biking scene.

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The Art and Technique of Surviving: Animals’ longevity gets hand from evolution

Sagebrush lizard in hiding. “It’s right there… right under that sagebrush,” I whispered to my friend. “See it?” I don’t know why I was whispering;

Sagebrush lizard in hiding. "It's right there… right under that sagebrush," I whispered to my friend. "See it?" I don't know why I was whispering; that beautiful sagebrush lizard I was pointing at couldn't hear me if it wanted to.
There is nothing more exasperating – or exhilarating – than trying to show someone a sagebrush lizard when said lizard does not want to be seen, as in the photo above.
Just about everything in Nature has some degree of camouflage going for it, either to hide it from predators, or to warn these attackers: "Hey! Lay off! I don't taste good, if you eat me I'll make you sick," like Lady Beetles and Monarch butterflies. Or just the opposite, such as Viceroy butterflies that in reality are delicious eating (ask any flycatcher), but mimic Monarchs for protection.

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Hitting the Trails: Spring Fling adds more MTB trail miles, Dirty Half, more

The best riding is still ahead of usMore Techy Trail? You Bet
 
Thanks to the efforts of the 150 volunteers and 21 trail crew leaders who showed up to work during COTA's annual Spring Fling, there's a lot of new trail under construction as well as some revitalized existing trail and some promising reroutes.
One of the more interesting reroutes is on COD just above the Inn of The Seventh Mountain on the south side of Century Drive. There, a relatively boring and sandy section of trail has been blocked off and a reroute offering much more technical challenge has been added.
"The Forest Service was much more amenable to having a more technical section of trail when we walked the land to lay out the reroute," said COTA trail building and maintenance honcho, Chris Kratsch.

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