We woke to another beautiful day and had a leisurely breakfast. We got on the road at about 10 am and traveled some pavement to a gravel road junction where we found the World’s Tallest Sugarpine. It’s among other tall trees and we missed the sign at first, I backtracked on the bike and took pictures for Robert to see.

The World's Tallest Sugarpine.

We continued towards Tiller to gas up. All roads here seem to lead to Tiller, but sometimes a gravel road we took lead us away from Tiller!

Lots of logging on one road towards Tiller.

We passed Devil's Flat campground where we saw this restored log structure.

We found excellent camping at Elderberry Flat on the West Fork of Evans Creek.

Better yet, it had a great swimming hole! Mavrik enjoyed playing in the water, chasing a cork tied to his Barbie fishing pole!

Yay, he finally caught the cork!

After a morning dip in the swimming hole we packed up and continued our adventure. We are in BLM land now (Bureau of Land Management) and their signage system is bizarre if it is existent! We inadvertently got on a powerline road that was rough and steep. We backtracked and found our intended road, then had to backtrack again after trying to go over King Mountain. We met a Pacific Power worker in his truck coming down King Mtn. who advised against traveling through the private property on the top of the mountain.

The powerline road. Robert scouted ahead on foot. He and Mark took this route on their bikes last year, but we don't want to risk getting stuck too far out in the Jeep!

We got back on track after trying to go over King Mountain on the right.

Our lunch break stop was at Wolf Creek Inn State Heritage Site, just west of I-5 Highway.

It was a great stopping point, as it has been since 1883.

The Ladies Parlor was a cool refuge from the intense sun and heat.

We continued on the paved but narrow winding road along Wolf Creek and Grave Creek to the Argo campsite on the banks of the Rogue River.

A rare shaded spot at the Argo gravel bar where rafters put in for a trip on the wild and scenic Rogue River.

Another swimming hole!

At Argo we met friends who are starting their own adventure, a 3 day raft trip down the Rogue River through the Wild Rogue Wilderness. We relaxed for the day and watched many rafters arrive, pack and cast off, while others on day trips arrived on rafts from upstream to take out at Argo.

Busy packing all the gear for a 3 day river trip.

Last minute checking of directions and instructions! Which way are we going? Downstream!

Cast off! Wave goodbye and make sure Mavrik doesn't stow away!

We left Argo and headed over the Coastal Route through the Siskiyou National Forest. The logging roads bordered the Kalmiopsis Wilderness which the Illinois River flows through.

Looking out at the Klamath Mountains.

A field of blooming buckwheat brought out the butterflies.

Approaching Snow Camp Mountain through a burnt area. And the road goes on forever!

Our destination, a campsite at Redwood Bar on the Chetco River. The next morning we saw a beaver body surf the channel in front of us!

Robert and Mavrik after a dip in the river.

There was fog in the trees this morning and the scent of ocean in the air. A 24 mile ride brought us to the Oregon/California border. I made it! 464 miles on my bike (Robert did the first 33 miles)!

I made it!

We spent some time in Brookings, resupplying at the Fred Meyer store, doing laundry and having a great seafood lunch before heading back into the mountains on our return trip.

Looking down at the Chetco River from high on Mineral Hill.

The Jeep 4 wheeling up to Snow Camp Lookout. The only 4 wheel drive section of the trip, only 2 miles.

The Klamath Mountains through fir trees.

We made it to Wildhorse Campground nestled in big firs next to a sunny meadow.

We made a makeshift fishing pole for Mavrik to chase the cork. His Barbie fishing pole broke from too much sand at one of the swimming holes.

The view from the 'loo.

The campsite backlit by the sunset.