Here's an update, seven years later.
Yeah, just a little ways from the trailhead we're told this is wilderness. As in wild. As in Thoreau's famous saying, "In Wildness is the preservation of the world." It sure helps us feel better about the world to be away-from-it-all for a while.
Previously we'd never made the side .7 mile trip to Wasco Lake. This time we did. The trail to the lake starts off by crossing Canyon Creek via some large rocks. Our dog, ZuZu, made a lay down stop in the cool water (temperature was in the mid 80's during our hike).
Like I said in my previous post, there's a yin-yang beauty to the post-fire scenery. Death and life. Light and dark.
Don't stop at the lower meadows though. If you have the energy and the time, keep going toward Three Fingered Jack. You'll feel like a character in The Lord of the Rings approaching Mordor. (I think I've got the name right; been a long time since I read the trilogy.) Here's our faithful hobbit dog on the trail.
The sun was almost directly over Three Fingered Jack when we arrived at the upper meadow via a trail that took us up the side of a slope. Walking up Canyon Creek to the upper meadow is easier, but we missed an easy-to-miss side trail on the way up. Snow! In August!
Here I am in my much-beloved Salem Summit t-shirt (great downtown outdoor store) before descending into the upper meadow. Another snow field springs out of the left side of my head.