The Painted Hills and the John Day Fossil Beds
From Portland, the Painted Hills are just far enough out of the way to feel inconvenient, but just close enough to make for a perfect weekend trip. It's also one of the 7 Wonders of Oregon. We had headed down to see them a few years ago, and decided it had been too long. A spring trip was in order, and we had a perfect window of warm weather to head south.
The John Day Fossil Bed National Monument consists of three separate units in a slightly spread out area of eastern-central Oregon: The Painted Hills, Sheep Rock, and the Clarno units. We skipped Clarno on this trip (we only had two full days, after all), but headed east out of Portland along the Columbia River Gorge to check out the Sheep Rock unit first.
The drive east is beautiful - you have the views of the Gorge to the north until you turn towards the desert. We passed through fields of windmills and then hugged the John Day River all the way down to the national monument. On the way in from this direction, you’ll pass Cathedral Rock (worth stopping for some pictures!) and a few other beautifully colored monoliths along the side of the road. We arrived at the Thomas Condon Paleontology Center and checked out the map to find the names of everything we had just driven past.
The Paleontology Center is actually an active research facility, so aside from the cool (and very informative) museum area which includes more fossils than you can shake a stick at, you can also hang out and watch the scientists doing their geology thing. We spent quite a bit of time wandering the museum, and then headed across the street to the Cant Ranch (where lots of lame dad jokes were told with the Cant’s name). There’s a short trail that leads to a viewpoint of Sheep Rock which is worth taking. The ranch was closed while we were there, but we wandered the grounds and had lunch, and even found a fossil of our own - there was a full deer skeleton behind some bushes on the path that had clearly been there for some time.
Sadly, camping inside the national monument is not allowed, but there are quite a few campgrounds nearby that provide easy accommodations if you’re inclined to stay. We drove through a farm to get to our camp spot, and baby cows ran curiously up to the car and then darted away wildly over and over again, and we ended up spending the rest of our daylight just watching the calves being silly. We set up camp in the dark, spent way too long playing with light with my camera, and went to sleep warm and exhausted. Having camped by a river, however, we woke up to a frozen solid tent and turning on the car to check the temperature, discovered it had dropped significantly overnight - it was 12 degrees! We were treated to an amazing sunrise over the foggy river, and then had the Painted Hills completely to ourselves for a few hours on the way out.