The first you might notice on the Interlakes Trail are the tall cottonwood trees. Then you will notice the constant chatter of birdsong. The area at Smith and Bybee Lakes is one of the great natural treasures in the Portland area, made more valuable by its industrial surroundings. Two miles west of I-5, adjacent to a major set of train tracks, Smith and Bybee Lakes is a 2000 acre natural haven for ospreys, herons, otters, and many other creatures.
According to Portland Parks and Recreation website, this “is the largest protected wetland within an American city.”
The area boasts a small trail system, only one chunk of which penetrates the wetlands area, but there are miles of cycling or running to be had on the perimeter. The Interlakes Trail splits off of the road-like path of the Forty Mile Loop trail near the entrance to the park.
The main path ends after two-thirds of a mile at a covered viewing platform facing the reedy shallows of Bybee Lake.
Standing there, you will see waterbirds scoot about, songbirds dart about, and wind ruffling the lush grasses. It is a peaceful place if you can ignore the powerlines in the corner of your eye.
An unmaintained trail continues beyond the viewing platform, well-trod but increasingly muddy, meandering through grasses as trees become sparser and views open up in most directions. The song of red winged blackbirds punctuates the scene.
It is hard to imagine a more pleasant payoff for such an easy hike. This a top-notch venture for all ages.
Note that because the area is a wildlife refuge, dogs are not welcome on the Interlakes Trail. Sorry, Jackie.
On a recent sunny day, I needed to get out of the house while there was time. I quickly thought of Powell Butte, an oasis of outdoor recreation on an extinct volcanic cinder cone plopped on the periphery of Southeast Portland. It I been a decade or so since I’d been there. I hopped in my trusty Subaru with the pup and headed over to the spot I recalled as the main trailhead. If I’d done more than two minutes of research, I would have known that a construction project had been underway for months, and the park gate was closed. A massive underground reservoir was being built. But I didn’t do that research. So when I had to continue past the closed gate, I turned into Walter Matthau from Grumpy Old Men like a fool.
I did find a different access point in ten or fifteen minutes, walking up an old road.
I could have continued toward the meadow above, but I found another trail leading off into the woods, and I opted for that in hopes of making a decent loop through the forest. So it was as it traversed, then descended for a bit, and finally turned uphill out of a creek valley.
It felt unseasonably warm, and I definitely worked up a little sweat. There were no other people for a while, but once I looped back on top of the broad butte and into the open meadow, there were many hikers, runners and bikers. There were even two sets of people on horses. What a day to be outside!
The sun was glorious, and the views of Mounts St. Helens and Hood were terrific. It was even interesting to see the cordoned-off construction area, where there was a giant moraine of dirt.
After looping around the Orchard Trail, getting a few photos, I headed back to the car, pleased with my stroll, and I reminded myself that there are many trails here, with miles of walking possible. Powell Butte may fall in the shadow of the more famed and larger Forest Park, but this is an underrated gem for urban hiking. I forecast a return trip!
P.S. Do your homework on trailheads.