Wednesday, October 21, 2020 The Nugget Newspaper, Sisters, Oregon 23 Exploring Scott Lake By Craig F. Eisenbeis Correspondent Highway 242 over McKenzie Pass has reopened. So, now is the time to take advantage of the wonders of the McKenzie Highway before it closes again for the winter. Our visit to Scott Lake actually took place last month; but wildfire traffic and wind damage caused the high- way to be closed for several weeks, postponing publica- tion of this article. I9ve been to Scott Lake numerous times; but, other than a quick glance or a roadside post-hike swim, we had never really explored the place. Scott Lake is located just six miles beyond the Dee Wright Observatory at the summit of McKenzie Pass. Scott Lake is named for Felix Scott, Jr., who blazed Scott Trail over nearby Scott Pass in 1862. When he pio- neered this route, he made the trip with more than a thousand cattle! The jumping-off spot for Scott9s namesake trail is located just east of Scott Lake, near the highway. Our trail this day, however, takes off just to the right of the Benson Lake Trailhead, along the west side of Scott Lake. This trail also contin- ues on to Hand Lake. The last time my hiking part- ner and I trod this path, we were headed in the opposite direction, returning from a 10-mile loop over Scott Mountain. This alternate outing is considerably less adventurous 4 but more relaxing. Truth be told, it9s not much more than a half-mile to the northwest extremity of this oddly misshapen lake, but we elected options which resulted in substantial addi- tional walking. The spot we selected for our interim stop offered a great view of the western sides of the Three Sisters, an aspect entirely different from what we see from the east side 4 and a very scenic change of pace. I9ve commented before that hiking with my friend is a bit like traveling with a water spaniel that leaps into the water at every opportu- nity, and this occasion was no exception. By the time I got into the water, my buddy was already halfway across the lake. I9m always a little slower to adjust to the water temperature, and I just kept wading farther and farther out. When the water reached my neck, I was almost half- way across myself; so I swam the rest of the way and caught up on the opposite shore. Obviously, the lake is quite shallow and, as a result, relatively warm for a mountain lake that isn9t much below the 5,000 foot level; although, now that it9s October, it may be a lit- tle more chilly. With a soft, squishy lake bottom that churns up a cloud of silt with each step, the lake bottom appears to be utterly devoid of vegetation. Curiously, even at mid-day, fish were quite busy jumping. The water level was very low, to the point where the northern end of the lake was separated from its more fre- quented south end. There is a channel between the lake9s segments, but it was dry at its midpoint. The water in the channel9s shal- lows approached bathtub temperatures. An advantage of the low- water level was a pleasantly walkable rim all around the lake, where the silt had hardened to a surface not unlike the wet sand margin at an ocean beach. So, we decided to walk back since our