Smith Rock State Park
April 27, 1991
Smith Rock State Park is an experience you shouldn’t miss.
The 625-acre park lies in the heart of Oregon’s canyon-lands — a unique and wonderful
country of high lava plains, fantastic rock formations and deep gorges.
The majestic rock spires and steep cliffs towering three and five hundred feet above the
Crooked River are spectacular.
Wildlife and wild flowers are abundant here in the spring.
Because of a late spring snowstorm in the mountains, only six of the 14 registrants drove over
the pass to meet the leader at Terrebone.
After spraying ourselves for ticks and munching on some muffins, we set out along the river and
up to a high ridge for lunch.
The view of the Cascades from Mt. Jefferson to Mt. Bachelor in the west and the Ochocos in the east
The rough trail follows the ridgeline about three miles before dropping down behind the Monkey Face
formation to the river.
We saw several Canada geese, mallards, cinnamon teal and a magnificent osprey.
Yellow currant, white serviceberry and pink creeping phlox provided bright splashes of color along
An unusual trip, as it is not in the mountains.
The congenial group consisted of Bob Foster, Chuck and Sandy Reul, Kathy Riddle, Carol Stern,
Susan Stewart and Marge Kocher (leader); everyone survived the rock scramble near Monkey Face.