Snow Camp Mystery
 Rider
disappears into the Olympics
There he was – almost out of his element. Daniel Hogue road along
the Forest Service road in his BMW sidecar in the dead of winter
with several other hearty souls along roads few ever travel after
the first rains of the season fall.
Above: Daniel Hogue above the Hood Canal, Summer
2006
Indeed Daniel and I had covered this same stretch of road earlier
this past summer during the Sasquatch dualsport poker run. I recall
inviting him to come and assist with checkpoint number one on the
route. He lived nearby the checkpoint and it seemed a good excuse to
get him out of the house for the day and doing what he loved to do
the most –ride his motorcycle.
After the checkpoint closed he joined us for lunch south on
Highway 101 and I figured that would be it for him that day. I
always appreciate when Daniel helps out on events and if I can pick
up his lunch tab all the better. But I was surprised to his answer
of ‘yes,’ when over a burger and fries he agreed to join me
on the third leg of the poker run between Dosewallips and Hama Hama.
Daniel is an above average rider, like few I’ve ever known.
His age has essentially nothing to do with his riding skills. It
really matters not how old or young you are, riding skills are
developed and maintained based on how many miles you ride each year
and how you think about each mile as you ride it. You could be
twenty or sixty, but if you ride each mile with perfection you can’t
help but retain or improve your skills. A lesson few ever learn.
I remember how both Daniel and I maneuvered that stretch of road.
I had only ridden it once and Daniel mentioned that he ‘…may’ have
ridden it some years ago. Perhaps… One thing was for sure - few ever
ride this stretch of gravel road.
At one point nature called and I felt impelled to pull out during
an upward grade in the road. We both ducked into the gully, myself
on the eastside, and Daniel on the downward facing west side.
Neither of us spoke to one another as we relieved ourselves into the
earthen gravel of the gully. We once again got on our bikes and
continued eastward up an incline. At one point we stopped and
chatted about how loose the gravel was. Daniel had kept his street
tires on the sidecar for that day, not expecting to go off-road.
Onward we climbed until we hit a Y in the road. I waited for Daniel
to catch up then went to the right - further up the road. At the top
was a significant view of the Hood Canal - one you can’t get from
anywhere else in the Olympics. I pulled out to the left and waited
for Daniel. He followed in behind me and several photographs ensued.
It was summer, it was warm and it was enchanting…
 Fast
forward to Snow Camp of January 2007.
Daniel had the idea that he would go join the hearty souls at
Snow Camp in Brinnon just south of Quilcene along the Hood Canal
over Martin Luther King Jr. Day weekend in January. I would have too
had it not been for that sixty foot sheet of ice that lay between my
driveway and the main road. It was our third snow of the season and
after a week of freezing temperatures I was basically restricted to
four wheels at my home in Seattle.
Off Daniel rode on his three wheeler to Brinnon to join the
troops at Paradise Cove. Would there be snow? Indeed, right at sea
level and more where that came from in the Olympic National Forest
above to the west.
Evenings at Snow Camp consist of eating, a fire, liquid sedation
and more eating as a means to keep warm. After all, at thirty
degrees the best way to keep a body warm is with food, of course.
On Saturday, Daniel took off with a few others in search of a snow-covered road. The road chosen was nothing new to Daniel. It was the
same road he and I had ridden that previous summer, only this time
it had several inches of snow.
A sidecar rig in the snow is no big deal. Three wheels is the
best offense to an unpredictable terrain. One wheel slides – the
other two correct.
As for the two wheelers in front and behind Daniel – now that’s a
different story. The trick is not to crash and injure the rider
behind you.
The boys passed the gully where Daniel and I had left our
mark last summer. As they reached the Y in the road a stop was
called.
The photographs are vague at best… You’ll have to arrive at your
own conclusions, but here’s what we know.
 The
photographs reveal some sort of paw prints in the snow next to
Daniel’s tire tracks from the sidecar. Upon closer examination we
blew the photographs up and took them to a specialist at the Carkeek
Animal Hospital. "Too small for a canine" said Dr. Zawarski …"and
there’s no nails to indicate it was a bear," said Dr. Sazarki.
Photo: The final photo found in Hogue's
camera
In January, on the third snow, it’s not likely you’re going to
see a bear. Any sane bear (one that’s not running around on a 50/50
prescription of Xanix and Vicadin) is sleeping as any bear should be
in the dead of winter.
After a check with both the Mason and Jefferson county Animal
Control units none had any record of any strange
large-pawed species domesticated in either county.
So just what were those prints? Sure there’s plenty of folklore
to go around, but until someone has some better conclusions we’re
liable to chock this one up to just more ‘folklore…’
Was it the familiar odor from the past summer’s urination… or
just a fluke incident? Whatever it was, did it smell Daniel on
approach and then attack? Was it male or female?
Two things are for certain. Whatever it was, it didn’t have the sense
to pick Daniel's camera up off the ground and…and …this time Daniel
never did make that right turn at the Y in the road.
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