It's a story of ups and downs, both literally and figuratively...ending with a (highly exaggerated) fight for my life as I worked hard just to get away from this place...vowing never to return.
My eyes have been drawn to this little peninsula multiple times as we've sped by heading to other gorge destinations. Having always noticed a line of parked cars, my interest continued until finally a few months ago I directed my husband to pull off. There were enough cars to make it difficult to pull the camper van in and turn around...it's gated off at the end of the narrow drive, and it's walking-only for further exploration. Once parked we instantly noticed an onslaught of bugs surrounding the van. Not liking the available parking, OR the bugnado, we opted to take off, deciding to try again another weekend and hoping for a better start.
Last weekend was nearing, so with no plans we loaded up the van and headed back that way for some hiking, vowing to make Govt Cove peninsula our main destination. We arrived Sunday morning at 9am, only 3 cars already parked, and wedged the van off the road as much as possible. What was there to greet us...the same van-surrounding mass of bugs. Could it be us?? Do we offend?? Determined this time, we readied ourselves with our gear and made a plan for a lightening fast exit to try and avoid filling the van with unwanted buddies.
Answer...no, it wasn't us. These bugs, whatever gnat variation they might be, were gathered in annoying swarms around each parked vehicle, as well as just hovering randomly around until we got past the gate.
Breathing a slight sign of relief to have that behind us, we referred to the gps and decided to take a trail to the top first, and then wind our way down towards the water level again. This chunk of rock and soil is pretty much all paths, going in various directions and providing some lovely views of both sides of the gorge from the top. A couple spots were a smidge overgrown at times, but nothing too bad as we continued down and around, covering most of the peninsula while occasionally encountering more little swarms of those bugs.
We didn't see a single human on our journey...but we did see another mass of creatures, this time a much cuter group. It seems there's a species of bird that makes its home in the rocky cracks on this peninsula. They were everywhere the rocks were, and there were so many you didn't know where to look at times. They provided us a short-lived few moments of serenity before we approached what would be our final (horrifying) leg in this journey.
On the lowest level of the rock we saw our final stretch, as according to the gps the last chuck of the trail would lead us around the south side and back to the gate.
I, always the leader of our hikes, entered what was the only brush-thick section we'd seen, followed by my husband carrying our pup. We pushed through...walked a little ways...and then straight through the gates of my own personal hell. If we thought those bugs were heavy near the gate, the universe decided to show us how wrong we were. The path was narrow and there was no escape...either push forward or turn around. And what do we always think? Keep going, it'll be better right around the corner...WRONG again. You know that scene on The Shining when the hallway just kept going and they couldn't reach the end? Yep.... I took off running in a desperate plea to get it over with quicker...and I stopped letting out little screams once I realized I was only eating more. I ran and ran with my hands covering my nose and mouth...so many bugs hitting my exposed skin it felt just like I was caught in a hailstorm. They did not stop...and I did not stop, until I reached a turn that I hoped would lead up and out of the brush to relative safety. It was then, and only then, that I turned around (while shaking out every inch of my clothing and hair) to see my husband and pup emerging, also at a run, from satan's armpit.
After a few minutes of checking one another for any remaining hitchhikers and regaining our composure we headed back to the van. Yes, the cars were still engulfed upon return, so I slipped in fast and drove up the road a bit before the hubby and dog would dare opening the door again. We had no intention of allowing any of them a ride....they can have their home, but not mine.
I do not enjoy bugs...afraid of some, annoyed by others. But I love to hike and I adore the forest, so I'm often forced to tolerate them. I finally got to explore Government Cove, and the bugs won. Yes, pretty views here...and great bird watching. But there are endless spots in Oregon to do both, so as far as I'm concerned the bugs and the fishermen can have this place. read more