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We had stocked up on supplies before leaving Ashland and traveling on 'Dead Indian Memorial Rd.' also known as 'County Rd. 722' as our map from AdventureCycling of the "Sierra Cascade" route had the ominous warning on panel 33 to panel 31 (we were going north whereas the map had been panel numbered for heading south) as "LIMITED SERVICES NEXT 48 MILES.". The elevation profiles on these panels also looked challenging.

After camping overnight, we left in the morning from the western shore campground of Howard Prairie Lake and bicycled back to the main road, 'Dead Indian Memorial Rd.'. A right turn where yesterday we had made a left, and we were bicycling further into the forest. Lots of pines, firs, and conifers were here.

At one reststop I took, I noticed a big hairy bee-like bug that I noticed was following the pink letters spelling out "Specialized" of my otherwise blue colored mountain bike. Particularly noticeable cause of the long pointy proboscis and that it was following the writing fairly closely, almost like it was brushstroking the letters. I later found out it was a bee fly, a harmless pollinator.

We continued on 'Dead Indian Memorial Rd' (*ominous name huh ?*) till we turned left onto 'Big Elk Rd.' also known as 'National Forest Development Rd. 37'.

We bicycled through the forest over some rolling hills getting to the point where we crossed Oregon Route 140 then followed 'County Rd. 821' also known as 'Fish Lake Rd.' and possibly also known as 'Butte Falls-Fish Lake Rd. (it was vague) and entered the Sky Lakes Wilderness.

We continued northward then northwestward then pulled into the campground of 'Willow Lake County Park'. The campground was noisy and full as it was a weekend. I think we got the last available campsite though I recall we met three bicyclists, who had trailers, who camped here also, but in another campsite in the campground. After setting up the tent, I rested in the tent as S and Y went swimming in the algal lake. There were warning signs posted (which I noted were only in English) warning of the toxic blue-green algal nature of the water: http://www.oregon.gov/DHS/news/2010news/2010-0421.pdf . I find it disturbing that the signage actually posted at the lake had milder language than the online version I found just now.

There was a beautiful view of Mount McLoughlin from the lakeside (shared with you photo credit to wikipedia). 

That night was a noisy, loud camping experience. A religious group was having a camping out and singalong on one side of us and was being jeered by a bunch of rowdy loud campers on our other side. The campfire songs and strumming of the religious group was more palatable to me than the potentially racist verbal abuse I think I heard through the tent walls.

In the morning, the response we got from complaining to the camp host about the overnight disturbances was less effective than I desired. We complained, not because of being personally affronted but because it felt the right thing to do to not have abusive racial slurs pass as acceptable behaviors.

We left then continued on 'Fish Lake Rd.' possibly also known as 'Butte Falls-Fish Lake Rd.' (it was still a little vague), I becoming worried that we had complained and were then leaving via BICYCLE into the FOREST, not seemingly very tactically smart as the rowdy campers had trucks, potentially way more knowledgeable of where we were and if indeed had been 'racist' might not have felt abashed to telling me off. I was not feeling very safe in that moment, having done the 'right thing'.

We skirted the town of Butte Falls that was too far west of us, taking the directed juncture to join 'Butte Falls-Prospect Rd.' trusting the AdventureCycling map in this area of kinda poor on-the-ground signage. I recalled the isolationist saying: "If you need signs to get around in the country, you don't belong here".

We had a pleasant encounter at a reststop we took at Medco Lake. S and Y went swimming in the lake, then a family with a camper that was there offered us 'sloppy joes' as in sharing their dinner. It was a sweet moment for me, as I shared the invitation and feelings of good intention with S and Y. We decided to decline the generous offer as it was too early to take that long of a break while we had bike-ridable daylight. We skirted the meat issue.

By the time we pulled into the community of Prospect it was getting late, sunlight-wise. We stopped for a beverage then cooked some rehydrated thai noodle soup as I donned my mosquito netting hat I had picked up in the City of Mount Shasta. The little park we stopped in for cooking dinner was more like a parking lot that was empty then notably cruised by by a local security agent, and two to three cars that seemed to be checking us (and our intentions) out. We pushed on and out of the city limits of the town, camping off the road of Route 62 also known as 'Crater Lake Highway'. We were almost at the end of Y's ride which would end at Crater Lake.


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