Ring of Fire! Part One:  Dayville to Ochoco Pass

The road across the Ochoco Pass is closed as forest fires rage on both sides

The TransAmerican challenge has come to a grinding halt and for the first time the chances of reaching the Pacific are in real jeopardy. We’re stuck halfway up the Ochoco Pass, fifteen miles out of Mitchell in Oregon and the mountain ahead is cloaked in smoke. In the valley to our left a helicopter trails a huge scoop into a lake and heads towards the fire in an attempt to douse the flames.


Aircraft and helicopters spend the day trying to stop the flames spreading – this plane is carrying fire-retardant

In the skies above the most intense plumes, a giant four-engined aircraft tries to smother the blaze with a cloud of fireretardent powder. Riddled with 6,000 lightning strikes, Oregon is ablaze and this one is sitting right in our way. Our only option is to wait it out, or take a hundred and sixty mile diversion, which could take two days.


Picture Girge

Picture Gorge, part of the John Day Fossil Beds National Monument near Dayville

The day had started so well. We awoke in Dayville Presbyterian Church at 4am, enjoyed a pancake and egg breakfast expertly cooked by Mike and were on the road a little after five thirty. A few miles down the road and we were cycling through yet another astonishing geological landscape. Picture Gorge, made up of seventeen layers of basalt was formed from lava floods sixteen million years ago. Over time fault lines in the rock were eroded by the river, cutting a gorge more than a thousand feet thick. It made for an exhilarating ride, each twist and turn revealing something new.


Daniel, Derek and Jesiah have just started their TransAm ride and are heading East

We should have guessed the day was about to go pear-shaped when we met up with Daniel, Derek and Jesiah who were five days into their eastbound trip. Derek, sporting a huge American flag on the back of his bike, was topping off each day by climbing the nearest mountain. As Terry remarked: “young and foolish!” At the end of the conversation they just happened to let slip that the road west from Mitchell (the next town on our route) was closed due to a forest fire. Really????


As we climbed Keyes Creek Pass we came upon this curious shoe tree miles from any habitation

It seems the TransAm is determined not to give us an easy finish. We’d already climbed 2,000 feet in 28 miles to reach the top of the Keyes Creek Pass and got up early so we could also tackle the higher and steeper Ochoco Pass before the stifling afternoon sun took hold. Now our plans were in tatters.

We arrived in Mitchell (population 130) to find a town in confusion. The road was opening in two hours, we were told. Next minute we were told it would remain shut until tomorrow. Meanwhile the Red Cross had set up an Evacuation Centre at the local school. Finding any clear and accurate information was proving impossible, so as in any crisis, we decided the best thing to do was to eat lunch.


The signs as we headed up the pass were not good

We were able to establish  that Jerry and Jonathan had left their hotel in Mitchell very early that morning and from accounts by passing motorists learnt they had spent the day sitting at the roadblock up the pass, hoping to be let through. Two weary firefighters arriving in town gave us hope the pass might be open in an hour or so, so we bought extra Gatorade for Jerry and Jonathan and started our second ascent of the day. As we climbed we smelt smoke and soon we could see huge white and grey plumes rising from the ridges ahead.


We wait it out, hoping for the road to re-open. Mike (second from left) decides to take a lift through on a truck

We found Jerry and Jonathan sitting on the road closed sign where they had been since 7am. Nothing was moving – except Mike who decided to take the offer of a truck ride over the pass. For Jonathan, Jerry, Terry and myself, the thought of taking a lift at this stage seemed too soon.

Except for crossing the Chesapeake River on a bus, because bikes were not allowed on the tunnel and bridge, we’ve  ridden 4018 miles – and we didn’t want to take the truck option without at least giving the fire a chance to burn out. So we are waiting it out, camped down in a giant gravel shed which we are sharing with some nesting Martins.


Jerry and Jonathan hunker down in the gravel shed

So, for now, with only 250 miles to go, fire stops play.

Miles today: 48 miles
Miles since First Landing: 4018

Written by Paul


  1. Guys I feel for you- so near- I really hope the firefighters can clear the route. In the words of PG Dont give up– (sing that one) !

  2. Hey Guys – just to keep the record straight: You did not cross the Chesapeake River by bus. You crossed the James River named for your King James I – sometimes referred to as James VI but then again, I really don’t understand you guys and your monarchs via bus.

    Keep it up – cant wait to see you get to the Pacific.

    Marc from Virginia (Day 1)

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