2-Day Bikepacking Trip Near Tillamook Oregon: The Wilson River Trail Loop
Pain and Suffering: An Ibex’s Tale
Once again, quote of the trip belongs to my riding buddy Brandon, who couldn’t join us on this trip but remarked via email correspondence after having seen the proposed ride via GPS routing: “Good God, who made this route? An Ibex? It’s like all climbing.” And he was right. This ride was NO… JOKE. It turns out that Off-Road Vehicle (ORV) trails are ORV trails for a reason: they require a motor to climb them. However, my riding partner for this trip – Dan – and I still had fun, despite the pain and suffering that it caused.
The Proposed Map
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The Actual Route (due to various trail and road closures)
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Who Needs 2 Crank Arms Anyway?
As previously stated, ORV trails don’t mess around, and Dan and I quickly found that out after 2,000 feet of elevation gain in 4 miles. To make matters worse, just as the trail began to undulate with some blessed downhill sections, Dan’s Crank Arm on his bike fell off. That’s the arm that holds the pedal on your bike for those whose bicycle vocabulary is a bit rudimentary. This is a VERY odd bike malfunction, and after searching for the missing mount for his crank arm to no avail, a random guy and his wife pulled up in an ATV and offered Dan a lift back down to his car.
This required a new plan: Dan and I would split up and meet at our ending campsite after he had taken his bike to a bike shop in Tillamook and gotten it fixed. With Dan gone, my only company was the interminable climbs that plagued me the rest of the ride. I guess I only have me to blame for that.
The Deafening Ululations of a 2-Stroke
While Dan was spared from the rest of my Ibex route, I continued on, mostly sticking to gravel roads and only taking the occasional ORV route if it clearly connected back up with the main road again. This worked out well for me except for one tiny mishap which started with me seeing a ‘shortcut’ on my GPS and going for it, and ended with me basically sliding down an overgrown black diamond ORV trail (it was a 34%+ descent based on my GPS) because I’d gone far enough down that I literally couldn’t climb back up with my bike. I have some nice bramble scrapes on my arm from that little mistake, but I could have fared much worse all things considered. After that, I tried to keep my ORV trail excursions closer to the road.
As I got farther into ORV territory, the deafening screams of the 2 and 4 stroke variety could be heard racing all over the hills. Whenever I decided to brave one of the ORV trails I felt extra tense knowing that at any minute, some hooligan dirt biker could come ripping up the trail and end my mountain biking days. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so vulnerable on my bike. Looking back, I think I’d generally stay away from ORV designated areas for mountain biking, unless it’s just a small connector trail that links back up to singletrack, simply for my own sanity. I’m sure that the ORV folks are wonderful people, but the 2-stroke dirt bikes could be a mile away and still, when they’d open up their engine, I’d about have a heart attack.
Eventually I made my way to Elk Creek Campground where Dan was waiting for me to arrive. The campsite was completely full, but we rode up the Elk Creek Trail a ways and found a nice flat area where we decided to do some ‘Dispersed Camping,’ which ended up being way better than staying at the overcrowded campsite anyway.
We set up camp, and then headed out once again to tackle Elk Creek Trail, a 3.5 mile climb that ascends 1,700 feet of elevation; my inner ibex was reawakened. After tooling around at the top for a bit, we descended back the way we came and spent the rest of the evening cooking food by the Wilson River and enjoying the solitude of our surroundings.
The Wilson River Trail
Our 2nd day had us riding on the Wilson River Trail, a 20 mile section of trail that runs from Elk Creek Campground to a parking area at Cedar Butte Road, 10 miles down Highway 6. This was some pure, unadulterated singletrack that was a great end to the trip. Plus, we got to ride it mostly unloaded because Dan’s little Crank Arm incident meant he had his Jeep at the campground we had been at the previous night, so we threw all our unnecessary baggage in his car and road our bikes naked. As in our bikes were naked.
Unfortunately, the last 3 1/2 miles of the trail were closed due to storm damage, so we had to skip it this time around, but outside of that, the trail was in great condition and proved both challenging and rewarding. It’s definitely an MTB trail worth exploring if you live in the area.
After finishing we drove into Tillamook, bought some beers, and hung out at a small Wetlands observatory, reminiscing about the ride and other sundries. Another successful outting in the Oregon backcountry.
Categories: Oregon Bikepacking, Pedals and Packs
looks like a fun trip!
Yeah, it was Todd; you should check out the area some time with your Hayduke. Just bring a friend, because there are a lot of cliffs to fall off… good to have a witness if that happens.
Dammit Dan! Always dropping sporks n crank arms that guy is. This looks so rad!
Also, not sure how I would do without my normal gas station stop accommodations during bike trips. For example, I note that neither of you seem to have eaten ANY pizza sticks/pockets during this trip. You look so hungry!
True Jules, no pizza sticks/pockets were eaten during the trip, but Dan always brings his trusty can of sardines, and I usually have a summer sausage and cheese to share with my fellow bikepackers, so next time if you’re with us, I promise we’ll share.
I’ll let you know of future bikepacking trips a bit earlier than I did this time. Hopefully you can join us some time this summer. Trish seems to think you’d be a good fit. 🙂