Ascending Eightmile Creek Canyon, I soon found the old pioneer gravesite. The person was born 192 years ago when Honest Abe was 18.
After paying my respects, I soon left behind scattered oak trees and emerged into the wide open spaces of the east end of the Columbia River Gorge.
As always I kept my eyes open for mule deer. Not long afterward I spotted a small herd feeding and resting near the canyon rim.
They are always a treat to see. It brings back many memories of deer hunting with the old cowboy in North-central Washington as I was growing up.
As I emerged into the exposed, open areas, the cold wind gusts began beating me around.
I hit the road to the 3,300-foot summit of Stacker Ridge where an FAA tracking site was located.
The 360° views were spectacular, including the Columbia River stretching far to the east and rimrock canyons to the north. But, the heavy winds made the experience pretty miserable, and I quickly turned around and began the trip back to the car.