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Mother Nature's Finest

From where I live, it's a 35-40 minute drive to the last town on the edge of Mt. Hood National Forest, Estacada. From there, it's a 30 mile drive to the middle of nowhere.

If you go hiking in the area where the Upper Clackamas River is fed by it's many sources, you might find a place I know populated by ancient boulders the size of houses and vans.

The river is forced to make a turn and a cave has formed high up at the bend. Once or twice a year, the water temperature rises to a barely tolerable 50+ degrees and the cave becomes easily accessible.

In this picture, the cave is just around the bend to the left. It was taken on one of the hottest days in summer, and the water is still difficult to tolerate in areas where it moves faster.  Only slow moving pools have enough time to absorb the heat of the sun.  I reluctantly took advantage of this opportunity to access the cave in minutes rather than hours.

The rest of the year, it takes quite a while to hike across the massive boulders and treacherous water forced through them.  I remember fishing for trout in the many bubbling rapids up there with my friend, Ben. 

He dropped his keys into one of the terraced pools among the boulders. With uneven depths as much as 12 feet and water flowing at forceful speeds, we had to learn how to hot wire his car the hard way.  

Luckily, he had the break-down manual with the electrical diagram of the ignition. Breaking the steering column lock stopped him for a bit, until another camper produced a long pry-bar.

It's just a matter of leverage, I guess!  We push started it, for fear we mis-interpreted the wiring diagram & would cause fatal damage, and he was good to go.  When Ben got back to town, he tried crossing and contacting (in order) the three wires we had identified, and sure enough it started up!  Necessity is a wonderful teacher.  The trout were delicious, by the way!