McCroskey Park Memorial Weekend

Plans for a quick jaunt north to ride with my brother Joel had grown into a Memorial Weekend family event. Night was upon us when finally we could depart Boise together. Beef jerky, energy drinks and the curiously bright midnight moon kept me going through the wee hours of morning while the others slept much of the way.

Morning at my mom’s house in the forested hills between Moscow and Troy was bright and beautiful.

My mom has long worked for the small farm life she enjoyed as a girl, fashioning an empire of horses, cats, dogs and chickens; a hammock and fire pit under tall pines. It took me some years of adulthood to fully appreciate the great mother she is, grounded and gracious, and a few more to see what a great woman she is.

Moscow Mountain stands between my mom’s house and Joel’s and Jill’s place in Farmington where this brother-ride would begin. I was glad to route across those familiar roads.

The first trail I was looking to follow, a steep climb up from Warnick Road^¹ enjoyed several times in years past, was fenced off. I could see the small meadow there had been torn up by ATVs or four-wheel-drives so the restriction was regrettable but understandable.

I was less understanding of the homemade signs, a little farther on, making blanket prohibition of motor vehicles from all trails. They have no more legal force than would a sign at my house saying everyone must wear pink hats.^² It seemed impertinent and egoistic.

At least that was my first reaction. With more time to reflect (riding is good for that) I realized irreverent motor vehicle operators were the proper targets of disaffection, tearing up meadows, leaving trash, failing to advocate a workable compromise. The mountain wasn’t taken from us. We abdicated.

Moscow Area Mountain Bike Association^³ members, by comparison, have done a great job of forming alliances and improving trails. They are the better stewards.

1. Google Map: https://maps.google.com/maps?ll=46.801522,-116.897288&z=19&t=h
2. Idaho Code §18-7008 ¶9: http://legislature.idaho.gov/…/T18CH70SECT18-7008.htm; Also Latah County Sheriff’s Deputy Joe McCarthy: http://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=2026&dat=19940713&id=6MwqAAAAIBAJ&sjid=99AFAAAAIBAJ&pg=6306,1232271
3. MAMBA: http://bikemoscow.org/

The sixth annual five-day motorcycle ride with my brothers is planned to depart from Headquarters, Idaho this year to camp, fish and explore within the pristine North Fork Ranger District of the Clearwater-Nez Perce National Forest.

Unless motor users abdicate there too and we lose access. Around the same time I was riding over Moscow Mountain, four wheelers were tearing up the area around Camp 60.^²

Forest Service officials have discovered evidence of extensive resource damage near Camp 60, a popular site for camping and off-highway vehicle use, on the North Fork Ranger District of the Nez-Perce Clearwater National Forests. An area that was, until recently, a beautiful meadow, has now been transformed into a giant mud bog … If anyone has information pertaining to this incident, please contact Law Enforcement Officer Steve Bryant at (208) 875-1131.^³

1. U.S. Forest Service photos
2. Area description: http://stayontrails.com/…/trail.aspx
3. June 6, 2013 Press release: http://fs.usda.gov/detail/nezperceclearwater/news-events/?cid=STELPRDB5423164

Warnick Road became more of a trail as I continued up the mountain, cedar boughs pressing ever closer, their distinct scent filling the air.

I turned out of curiosity up the narrow Gemini Trail^¹ past a decrepit cabin. I was curios about the history of the cabin — what was here so long ago? — but haven’t found any information yet. I went up a couple more switchbacks then turned back to Warnick Road. The trail is too tedious for motorcycle speeds, not worth irritating bicyclers.

1. MAMBA trail information: http://bikemoscow.org/…/trail_descriptions.asp

After climbing the rest of the way up the ever deteriorating Warnick Road, what the bicyclers are calling Jump Trail,^¹ I enjoyed a speedy ride west along loamy Ridge Road and Foothill Road in dappled shade past Four Corners and Paradise Point, every sight triggering a memory.

1. MAMBA trail information: http://bikemoscow.org/…/trail_descriptions.asp

From Moscow Mountain I did a short stint on Highway 95 before turning to Highway 66 toward Palouse and Farmington, Washington. Highway riding makes me miss the GS1200 but on balance I’m glad for the change.

My brother Joel moved to Farmington last Fall^¹ for Joel’s new position at the world headquarters of Audiopile.^² He’s worked incredibly hard on home improvements ever since. I was half surprised he found time for a ride.

1. Facebook photo: https://facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=4521128157355&set=a.1417013516429.2056738.1565347925&type=1&theater
2. Audiopile: http://audiopile.net/

I am jealous of all their flowering trees.

“Farmington, Washington (population 155) is nestled at the base of Skyline Drive and among patchwork fields of grains and legumes.”^¹

1. Terrill Wagner: http://farmingtonwa.com/

There aren’t any stores, restaurants or gas stations in Farmington so Joel and I headed first over to Tekoa where we visited Jill and had burgers at C&D’s^¹ then procured items from the next door store essential for a night in the mountains.

1. C&D’s Tekoa Bar & Grill: http://tekoabarandgrill.com/

A short gravel road connects Farmington to Skyline Drive through McCroskey State Park. Joel and I were soon exploring most every trail we saw. See the video for more trail views.^¹

1. Ride video: http://youtu.be/ZTRftZFBbso

McCroskey State Park was gifted to Idaho in 1955 by a local conservationist, Virgil T. McCroskey, who gradually bought up land endangered by logging and cobbled his purchases into a 4,400-acre parcel. To make the land more attractive to tourists, he cut viewpoints into some of the slopes, built picnic areas, planted flowers, and established a road. The Idaho legislature, however, had serious doubts about the new park – thinking it would not generate enough revenue to justify the loss in taxes – and agreed to accept the gift only if McCroskey, then in his late seventies, would maintain the park at his own expense for the next fifteen years. McCroskey accepted the terms, and lived exactly fifteen more years, fulfilling his obligation to the state of Idaho just weeks before his death in 1970 at age 93.^¹

1. Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/…/McCroskey_State_Park

Passing ATVs clued us into the trail along Iron Mountain, one of several minor peaks within the park, a route I enjoyed more than all the others we rode. It was scenic and fun to maneuver through both open spaces and tree branch tunnels.

As we stopped for a little break at a campsite on Iron Mountain who should appear camouflaged by beard and sunglasses on an ATV but Casey, our two-time Abbott Brother riding buddy.^¹

“Hey, it’s Casey!” he called out when at first we didn’t recognize him.

It was fun to catch up. As we talked, some dirtbikes came up a narrow trail, inspiring us to try it for ourselves on departure.

1. Trail Image: http://trailimage.blogspot.com/…/lost-lake-crawdads-of-st-joe-day-1.html

Purple, red and yellow flowers along the Dewey singletrack were beautiful but we didn’t find the straight-line ride very inspiring.

Joel and I followed many other trails recorded on video^¹ until, a couple hours before dark, we turned our attention to finding a campsite. We wanted to get back to the site on Iron Mountain but were deterred by dead-ends. We weren’t feeling picky so were content to stop and setup at the modest spot labelled Lone Pine Tree.

1. Ride video: http://youtu.be/ZTRftZFBbso

Out of curiosity, I followed Fireplace Trail from our campsite a short ways but like the Dewey Trail it didn’t seem to go anywhere.

These alcoholic energy drinks were the bulk of our essential Tekoa supply run. Joel and I react similarly to beer and thought these might instead help keep us awake past dark.

The familiar mountain silhouette, in reverse from this latitude, was ever visible from our campfire as we overcame the noxious flavor of our beverages while exchanging freeze dried dinner nutrition facts.

I have never slept so well. At least not in recent memory. Maybe I should credit the Four Loko. It was already bright and warm when finally I awoke from curiously uninterrupted slumber.

Four Loko or freeze dried food: something didn’t sit well with Joel.

After a little recuperation, Joel and I made our lazy way the short distance back to his home, back from our itinerary to Jill’s. Our youngest brother Jesse, whose work had kept him from riding with us, was already there.

Only intermittently retarded.

Their spectacular backyard tree hummed with countless bumblebees.

You know you’re country-folk when you keep a truck parked in your yard.

Moms and Tekoa friends joined us for a Memorial Weekend barbecue with amazing strawberry cake from Diane. I had a lot of cake.

Jesse got some riding in after all.

The brother ride didn’t stop just because we were home.

The motorcycle made Jack the dog a little crazy. Not running over him was the primary task.

After some nerve fraying trailer coordination issues (fog of war stuff), everything was loaded for the trip home.

The extra time and travel to get the trailer sorted were just enough for the kids to claim one of my mom’s kittens.

The extra time and travel to get the trailer sorted were just enough for the kids to claim one of my mom’s kittens.

We stopped above White Bird to ease Brenna’s upset stomach.

Jessica’s maternal family, the Wrights, comes from White Bird. We drove across the cattle guard and under the trees opposite Hoots Café to remember the lives identified there, patterns of ourselves.

Until the next trail …