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🚂 Eight Things to Do in Joseph, Enterprise and the Wallowa Mountains
We had lived in Oregon for just over ten years and, rather embarrassingly, had never once ventured much beyond the western half of the state. The northeast, in particular, remained a complete mystery to us — which, when you think about it, is a bit like living next door to the Grand Canyon and never bothering to look over the fence.
We had heard good things, though. People kept banging on about the small towns of Joseph and Enterprise — apparently rather interesting communities with a genuine sense of character that’s increasingly hard to find in modern America. There was also considerable chatter about the Wallowa Mountains, a genuinely spectacular range in the far northeast corner of Oregon boasting no fewer than fifteen peaks soaring above 9,000 feet. The Wallowas have been called the “Alps of Oregon,” a comparison that feels less like tourist-board hyperbole and more like simple geographical honesty once you’ve actually seen them.
So, off we went for a few days to see whether all this enthusiastic talk was actually warranted, or just the usual nonsense people say about places they’ve visited once and can’t quite remember properly.
We were not disappointed. Here are eight things to do if you’re planning a visit — most of them based on our own experience, so at least you know someone’s actually done them.
🚲 1. Take a Trip on the Joseph Branch Railriders
Our absolute top recommendation for Joseph — and frankly, it wasn’t even close — was the Railriders. The idea is gloriously simple: you pedal along a stretch of disused railway track on what is essentially a four-wheeled railbike. It sounds slightly absurd when you describe it like that, but trust me, it was tremendous fun.
The Joseph Branch railway line itself has a proper history. Originally built in 1908 by the Union Pacific Railroad to serve the agricultural and timber communities of Wallowa County, the line carried cattle, grain and timber for decades before the economics of rural freight made it increasingly unviable. By the early 2000s, the track had fallen into disuse — which is where the rather clever people behind the Railriders operation stepped in and turned a rusting relic into something genuinely worth travelling for.
The Railriders themselves are designed to be lightweight and comfortable, which I was grateful for given that I haven’t been described as athletic since approximately 1987. They’re easy to operate — even someone of my particular vintage can manage it without embarrassing themselves — and they now come with electric-assist versions, which makes the whole experience accessible to pretty much everyone, regardless of age or fitness level. Sensible.
We opted for the two-hour round trip from Joseph to Enterprise, which covers a distance of roughly seven miles each way. There are shorter options if you’re tight on time, and longer ones if you’re feeling ambitious or masochistic, and the Railriders website has all the details you’ll need.
The route itself was simply gorgeous. The track rolls through open countryside with the Wallowa Mountains providing a backdrop so dramatic it looks faintly computer-generated — all jagged peaks and dense forest, with the wide sky of the high plateau above it all. The gradient is mercifully gentle for most of the journey, which meant we didn’t have to work terribly hard and could actually look up from the handlebars occasionally and appreciate where we were.
We loved every single minute of it. If you visit Joseph and do nothing else on this list, do this.
🥾 2. Take a Hike in the Eagle Cap Wilderness
Now, I’ll be honest with you — I’m not exactly built for strenuous mountain hiking. My knees have opinions about stairs, let alone granite mountainsides. But even I had to admit that the Wallowa Mountains in north-east Oregon were something genuinely special.
The Wallowas are sometimes called the “Alps of Oregon,” which sounds like the sort of thing a local tourism board made up over a warm beer, but in this case they’ve actually got a point. The range sits in the far north-eastern corner of the state, tucked into a remote pocket of America that most people drive past without noticing, which is frankly their loss. The area has been home to the Nez Perce people for thousands of years — this was the homeland of Chief Joseph, who led his people on a remarkable 1,170-mile retreat in 1877 trying to escape the US Army before finally surrendering just 40 miles short of the Canadian border. The mountains remember all of that, even if the rest of us have largely forgotten.
The Eagle Cap Wilderness itself was designated back in 1940, making it one of America’s older protected wilderness areas, and it covers roughly 360,000 acres of the kind of scenery that makes you feel slightly inadequate just looking at it. Within all of that, the Wallowas manage to pack in 17 peaks that crack the 9,000-foot mark, which by any reasonable measure counts as proper mountains.
The main jumping-off point for most visitors was the trailhead near Wallowa Lake State Park — a glacially-carved lake sitting at around 4,400 feet that’s been a tourist destination since the 1880s, when the first resort opened on its southern shore. From the trailhead, several trails fan out into the wilderness, each offering the sort of scenery that appears on postcards and makes you feel guilty for not being fitter.
The options on offer were genuinely impressive, if somewhat daunting. There was the Aneroid Lake Trail — 13 miles return — climbing up to a beautiful alpine lake ringed by wildflowers in summer. Then the Ice Lake Trail at 16 miles, which heads up into proper high-country terrain with views that go on for an unreasonable distance. And for those with the legs and the ambition, the Wallowa River Loop covers a punishing 24 miles of mountain scenery that would absolutely finish me off before lunchtime.
All of the hikes are described, politely, as “long and relatively strenuous.” Which, in American trail-guide language, means “you will suffer, but it will be worth it.” They weren’t wrong on either count.
🔥 3. Staring Down Into Hells Canyon
We headed east through Oregon, making our way towards the state border with Idaho. That boundary, as it happens, is drawn not by some politician with a ruler but by the Snake River — which always struck me as a rather appropriate name for something that wriggles about so dramatically across the landscape. The Snake begins its considerable journey way up in Wyoming, starting life modestly enough at Jackson Lake in the shadow of the Tetons, before eventually surrendering itself to the mighty Columbia River up in Washington State. It has been doing this, entirely without complaint, for rather longer than any of us have been around. Native American peoples — the Nez Perce among them — had been living alongside this river for thousands of years before Lewis and Clark came blundering through the region in 1805, doubtless getting in everyone’s way.
It is at precisely the point where we met the Snake River that Hells Canyon begins. Now, I’d heard about Hells Canyon. I’d read about it. It is, they will tell you with some pride, the deepest river gorge in the whole of North America. A mile deep. Ten miles wide. And — this is the bit they particularly enjoy announcing — deeper than the Grand Canyon. The Grand Canyon, which has had rather more publicity. The Grand Canyon, which has its own IMAX film. I was, I’ll admit, quite excited.
Before actually reaching the Snake River, we turned north onto what’s known as a seasonal road. This is the polite American way of saying that in winter it fills up with snow and nobody bothers to plough it, so you simply can’t use it. It’s closed. Finished. Gone until spring. Which, when you think about it, is really just nature’s way of telling you to come back later. Up we went, climbing into the mountains through thick, dark coniferous forest — the kind of forest that makes you feel slightly small and slightly watched, though I expect it was just squirrels.
About twenty miles along this road, there was a turn-off to a viewpoint. The viewpoint. The one that was going to deliver the goods.
And the view was, I’ll be fair, spectacular. Genuinely impressive. Panoramic. The sort of view that makes you reach for the camera and makes your wife reach for the biscuits. Rolling, vast, silent — the canyon stretching away in both directions like something from a Western that didn’t quite have the budget for Monument Valley.
But — and here’s the thing — you couldn’t see the bottom.
You could not, despite all the advance billing, peer a mile straight down into the gorge and watch the Snake River doing its ancient, rumbling, tumbling thing far below. The geometry of the place simply didn’t allow for it. It’s a wide canyon, not a sheer-sided slot. You look across it, not down into it. The river was down there somewhere, presumably, getting on with things, blissfully unaware that I’d driven twenty miles up a mountain road specifically to stare at it.
Slightly deflating, if I’m honest. A bit like being promised the Sistine Chapel and being shown a very nice parish church instead. Fine. Lovely, even. But not quite what it said on the tin.
Still, time waits for no man, and neither does a campsite booking. We needed to push on and get ourselves to Wallowa before the light went and we ended up pitching a tent in the dark, which is nobody’s idea of a good time at any age, let alone mine.
🚣 Get Out on Lake Wallowa
Neither of us had slept brilliantly, if I’m honest — camping never quite delivers the promised restorative slumber when you’re nudging sixty and the ground is doing its best impression of concrete. But waking up in such a beautiful spot made up for it. Our pitch was a good one: large, on the outer edge of the campground, backing onto a proper wooded area with an actual bubbling brook behind us. Americans, to their credit, do national parks rather well.
After breakfast we decided to make the most of things and got the kayaks out onto Lake Wallowa. It was mid-week and still early morning, so we had the lake almost entirely to ourselves — a rare and rather wonderful thing. Lake Wallowa sits in the northeast corner of Oregon, in a region known as the Wallowa Valley, and it genuinely has no business being as beautiful as it is. The lake was carved out by glaciers during the last Ice Age, and it sits at around 4,400 feet above sea level, fed by snowmelt from the mountains above. The Nez Perce people, who lived throughout this region for thousands of years, called this country Nimiipuu — “the real people” — and understandably considered the Wallowa Valley sacred. They were forcibly removed from it in 1877 under circumstances that were, to put it diplomatically, a complete disgrace, and the whole sorry episode led to the famous flight of Chief Joseph and his band across nearly 1,200 miles of wilderness trying to reach Canada. One paddles across these waters with a certain weight of history, whether one intends to or not.
On the water, we paddled along the shoreline and had a proper nosy at the houses lining the banks — the sort of wooden-clad lakeside homes that make you quietly calculate whether you could afford one, before quietly accepting that you cannot. As we turned back, the full backdrop revealed itself: the Wallowa Mountains, looming magnificently to the south. By this point in the summer the snow had largely retreated up to the higher elevations — the range tops out at around 9,800 feet at its peak, Sacajawea Peak, named after the Shoshone woman who guided Lewis and Clark on their 1804–06 expedition through the Pacific Northwest. The mountains were bare enough to hike by July, but still dramatic, their granite flanks catching the morning light in a way that made even a middle-aged Englishman with a dodgy lower back forget his complaints for a moment.
It was, all things considered, a very special way to spend a morning.
We’d brought our own kayaks to Joseph, which in hindsight was a bit like bringing a packed lunch to a Michelin-starred restaurant. Because down at the Wallowa Lake State Park marina, they had absolutely everything you could possibly need — and then some.
At the marina, you could stock up on provisions, which was handy, and get a decent cup of coffee, which was essential. But if you’d somehow forgotten to strap a couple of kayaks to your roof rack before leaving home — an easy enough mistake to make — you could rent one there. And if kayaking wasn’t your thing, there were stand-up paddleboards, paddleboats, pontoon boats, and powerboats all available for hire. Basically, if it floats, they had it.
All of which made our roof-rack kayaks feel ever so slightly redundant.
🏛️ 5. Spend Some Time in Joseph
We weren’t done with our exertions for the day — not by a long chalk. With what I can only describe as a complete failure of judgement, we’d decided to cycle into Joseph on our mountain bikes, a mere six miles away. Six miles on a bike after everything else we’d already done. Brilliant planning.
Joseph — officially the City of Joseph, though “city” is doing quite a lot of heavy lifting there — sits in Wallowa County in northeastern Oregon, tucked neatly beneath the Eagle Cap Wilderness. The town was named in 1880 after Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce tribe, the celebrated leader who famously led his people on a remarkable 1,170-mile retreat in 1877 trying to escape the US Army before eventually surrendering just 40 miles short of the Canadian border. A proper chapter of American history, and not one the locals have forgotten.
The town itself is small and gloriously quaint, and the main street leans wholeheartedly into a Western theme — wooden storefronts, broad pavements, the whole thing. It’s like wandering onto a film set, except everything is real and nobody is being shot at.
What sets Joseph apart from your average American small town is its rather impressive commitment to bronze. Sometime in the 1980s, the place developed something of an arts colony, and over the years it’s become genuinely well known for its bronze foundries and sculptors. There are now several foundries operating in and around the town — Valley Bronze being the most celebrated, established in 1982 — and their work lines the streets in the form of large, surprisingly accomplished sculptures. Cowboys, Native Americans, wildlife, frontier scenes. It’s either deeply atmospheric or a bit much, depending on your mood. I rather liked it.
There are also a handful of small shops along the main drag selling the usual assortment of knick-knacks and tourist-grade merchandise — the sort of places where you can spend a perfectly enjoyable twenty minutes convincing yourself you need a pewter bison or a hand-painted tea towel. Fuelled by a chocolate ice cream float from the local chocolatier — which was, I’ll admit, absolutely magnificent — we spent a merry hour or so drifting in and out of these establishments, browsing shelves and trying not to buy things we’d only have to carry home.
All things considered, Joseph was a thoroughly decent way to round off the day. Even if getting there on a bicycle was, in retrospect, a decision that deserved more scrutiny than it received.
🚡 Take the Tramway to the Top of Mount Howard
I’ll be honest — when someone first suggested taking a gondola up a mountain, I pictured a leisurely trundle up a gentle slope, possibly with a cup of tea and a biscuit. What I got was something considerably more vertical.
The Wallowa Lake Tramway — which opened back in 1970 and has been quietly terrifying visitors ever since — is, by some margin, the steepest four-person gondola in the whole of North America. It hauls you up 3,700 feet of elevation in around fifteen minutes, from the shores of Wallowa Lake right up to the 8,256-foot (2,516 metre) summit of Mount Howard. My knuckles, I should mention, were white for most of it.
But good grief, it was worth it.
From the top, the views were the sort that make you go quiet and slightly philosophical, which I try to avoid as a rule. Spread out below was the entire Wallowa Valley — a vast, glacially carved bowl of farmland and forest that has been home to the Nez Perce people for thousands of years. This was the summer homeland of Chief Joseph — or Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt, “Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain” — the remarkable leader who, in 1877, led his people on a desperate 1,170-mile retreat across four states trying to reach Canada and freedom, before being forced to surrender just 40 miles short of the border. Standing up there looking down at that valley, knowing what it meant to his people — the meadows, the streams, the lake — you felt the weight of it.
From the Wallowa Valley Overlook, you could make out the small communities of Joseph, Enterprise, Lostine and Wallowa sitting in the valley below, looking tidy and sensible from up here, as small American towns always do from a great height.
There were also over two miles of walking trails along the ridge, which I did attempt, despite having already declared the gondola ride sufficient exercise for the day. The trails wound through alpine meadows with views in every direction — the kind of scenery that makes landscape photographers weep and the rest of us feel mildly inadequate with our phone cameras.
And yes, there was a restaurant and grill at the summit, because the Americans are sensibly unwilling to deliver panoramic views without also delivering a hot meal. I approved of this enormously.
🗿 7. We Stopped at the Memorial to Chief Joseph
On our cycle back to the State Park, we pulled over to have a look at the memorial to Chief Joseph the Elder — the father of the man the city itself is named after. It seemed only right, really.
The city, which had previously gone by the rather uninspiring names of Silver Lake and then Lake City, formally renamed itself Joseph in 1880 — 136 years ago now — in honour of Chief Joseph the Younger, the celebrated leader of the Nez Perce people. Someone, at some point, clearly decided that “Lake City” simply wasn’t going to cut it as a legacy.
The younger Chief Joseph turned out to be quite a remarkable figure, and not in the way that usually gets you a memorial in a small Oregon town. He led his band of the Nez Perce through what can only be described as one of the most shameful chapters in American frontier history. The United States federal government, in its infinite wisdom, decided in the 1870s that the Nez Perce had no further business occupying the Wallowa Valley — the ancestral homeland they’d lived in for generations — and ordered them off to a considerably smaller reservation at Lapwai, in what was then Idaho Territory. They were, in short, told to pack up and go, and no, they weren’t really being asked.
Tensions, predictably, boiled over. A series of violent incidents in the spring of 1877 pushed those bands who refused to go quietly — Joseph’s among them, along with an allied group from the Palouse tribe — into open flight. Their plan, extraordinary as it sounds, was to trek northeast across hundreds of miles of wilderness and seek political asylum with Sitting Bull’s Lakota, who had themselves recently crossed the border into Canada after the little business at the Little Bighorn the previous year.
What followed became known as the Nez Perce War of 1877, and it was, by any measure, astonishing. For 1,170 miles — let that number sink in — the Nez Perce conducted what military historians would later describe as a masterclass in fighting retreat. They moved through Montana, crossed the Bitterroot Mountains, fought off the U.S. Army at every turn, and did so with a discipline and restraint that left even their pursuers grudgingly impressed. Soldiers and civilians alike were struck by the fact that Joseph’s people largely avoided harming non-combatants — a courtesy that was not always returned, it should be said.
They came agonisingly close to the Canadian border before they were finally stopped, exhausted and freezing, in the Bear Paw Mountains of Montana — just forty miles short of their goal. Forty miles. That detail still stings, more than a century and a half later.
Standing at the memorial in the afternoon sun, I found it a rather sobering way to end a bicycle ride. But then, that’s travel for you — you set off looking for a pleasant pedal through the countryside, and you end up standing in front of a piece of history you really ought to have known more about already.
🍺 8. Sink a Few at Terminal Gravity Brewing
After all that tramping about in the hills around Joseph and Enterprise — and believe me, there’s no shortage of things to wear yourself out with in this part of Oregon — the body has a way of making its feelings very clear. The legs ache, the back grumbles, and some quiet, sensible part of your brain starts lobbying quite firmly for a chair and something cold in a glass.
Which is where Terminal Gravity Brewing comes in, and rather conveniently so.
Terminal Gravity set up shop in Enterprise back in 1997, which in American craft brewing terms makes it practically ancient — a genuine pioneer in what was then a fairly sparse corner of the Pacific Northwest beer scene. The founders, Steve and Dean Buhler, built something that managed to feel genuinely local rather than the sort of achingly hip operation that arrives fully formed with a logo and a brand story. It sits in a modest spot in town, and there’s a beer garden out the back that, on a decent afternoon, is honestly one of the more pleasant places you could find yourself east of the Cascades.
Their flagship is the IPA — the Terminal Gravity IPA, to give it its full title — which over the years has quietly built itself something of a cult following in the region. It’s the kind of beer that doesn’t need to shout about itself, which I always find reassuring. They rotate other styles through the taps as well, and rather thoughtfully, they offer flights — small taster portions so you can work your way through several before committing to a full pint. This is an excellent system, and I wish more establishments would adopt it. It removes the anxiety of ordering entirely.
We went, we sat, we sampled. I am not embarrassed to report that the afternoon got away from us somewhat. Highly recommended.
Best time to visit Joseph:
🌸 Spring (March–May)
March brings temperatures ranging from -2°C to 14°C, with moderately humid air making it feel colder than it is. By April, things warm slightly, though evenings remain chilly. The first snows typically last into April or May, but if you time it right, the spring wildflowers are beautiful. Spring also means fewer crowds and more budget-friendly off-season prices.
Spring is a lovely shoulder season for browsing Joseph’s galleries, visiting the bronze art walk along Main Street, and watching the landscape burst back into colour. Rivers are running high from snowmelt, making it a good period for rafting.
What to pack: Waterproof hiking boots, a warm mid-layer and a windproof outer jacket, thermal base layers for cold mornings, waterproof trousers, gloves and a beanie, plus layers you can remove as the day warms.
☀️ Summer (June–August)
Summer is the most popular time to visit, and if you want to hike it’s the best season to come to Joseph. Many of the high alpine hikes the region is known for aren’t accessible until July or even August. Temperatures sit in a sweet spot for travelling, averaging around 22°C, though they can peak near 36°C on the hottest days.
The Chief Joseph Days Rodeo in July is the town’s signature event. The Wallowa County Farmers Market, local events, and art galleries are all in full swing, and the weather is perfect for hiking, biking, and outdoor dining. Wallowa Lake is ideal for kayaking and paddleboarding, and the 4th of July brings a big celebration to town.
What to pack: Lightweight breathable clothing, sturdy hiking boots and trail socks, a wide-brimmed hat and sunscreen, a light fleece for cool evenings (temperatures drop notably after sunset at altitude), insect repellent, and a reusable water bottle.
🍂 Autumn (September–October)
September is warm and pleasant, with sunny days and an average temperature of around 16°C — just right for getting out and exploring. October cools considerably, with temperatures between 2°C and 14°C. This is Joseph’s season of cooler days, clear skies, and spectacular colour.
Autumn can be tricky to time, however, as early-season snow is common in the mountains from October onwards. For those who visit in September, the combination of quieter crowds, lower prices, and stunning foliage makes it arguably the most rewarding month of the year.
What to pack: Layered clothing is key — a lightweight down jacket, a waterproof shell, warm trousers, and sturdy waterproof boots. Pack a hat and gloves for October visits, and check road conditions before heading into the mountains.
❄️ Winter (November–February)
Winter months see temperatures averaging around -3°C to -4°C, with high humidity making the cold feel sharper. January is the most humid month. Many would-be visitors avoid Joseph in winter assuming it’s buried under deep snow — but that’s not quite true. Except during occasional strong storms, roads are ploughed and driveable, and highways in and out are regularly cleared.
The Salt Creek Summit area offers 175 miles of groomed snowmobile trails, plus nordic and cross-country ski trails on the other side of the access road. About every third year, Wallowa Lake freezes over, making it a popular spot for ice skating, ice fishing, and even cycling on the ice.
What to pack: Heavy-duty insulated and waterproof outerwear, thermal base layers, wool socks, waterproof snow boots with grip, hand warmers, ski goggles or sunglasses for glare, and snow chains or winter tyres for the drive in.
| Season | Months | Temp Range | Crowds | Highlights | Rating |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 🌸 Spring | Mar–May | -2°C to 14°C | Low | Wildflowers, rafting, budget prices | ★★★☆☆ |
| ☀️ Summer | Jun–Aug | 10°C to 36°C | High | Alpine hiking, rodeo, lake activities, farmers market | ★★★★★ |
| 🍂 Autumn | Sep–Oct | 2°C to 20°C | Low–Med | Fall foliage, clear skies, gallery walks, quieter trails | ★★★★☆ |
| ❄️ Winter | Nov–Feb | -9°C to 5°C | Very low | Nordic skiing, snowmobiling, ice fishing, solitude | ★★☆☆☆ |
Overall best time to visit
The sweet spot for most visitors is late June through September. This window offers ideal weather for hiking, biking, and outdoor dining, with the farmers market, local events, and art galleries all operating at their best. July and August unlock the high alpine trails that make the Eagle Cap Wilderness truly world-class, as many routes remain snowbound until midsummer. That said, September earns a strong case as the single finest month — the summer crowds have thinned, the golden light flatters the Wallowa Mountains, and the clear skies and spectacular autumn colour make for a truly memorable visit. Those who prefer solitude and lower costs will find spring and winter rewarding in their own right, with the caveat that winter driving on mountain roads requires preparation and care.
Where to stay near Joseph
1. BRONZE ANTLER BED & BREAKFAST
The friendly & knowledgeable hosts at Bronze Antler Bed And Breakfast, Joseph, offer you a very warm welcome and provide great value, 5-star accommodation with four well-appointed rooms starting from $32.00pp a night*, including nearby parking, plus free WiFi all rooms.
Delightful, award-winning European style bed & breakfast located in Joseph, Oregon–an artist community next to Wallowa Lake, the Eagle Cap Wildnerness area, and on the Hell’s Canyon Scenic Byway. Art galleries, unusual shops, museums and restaurants are walking distance.
2. KOKANEE INN
3. BARKING MAD FARM B&B
Explore one of Oregon’s most beautiful landscapes in a deluxe bed and breakfast that offers a full list of modern amenities. Barking Mad Farm B&B combines the quiet serenity of the gorgeous Wallowa Mountains with a fantastic lodging experience in a restored farmhouse that gives you the best of outdoor wonder and indoor comfort. Their pet-friendly bed and breakfast in NE Oregon includes accommodations for every vacation, from a brief weekend retreat to a romantic trip to the mountains to a base for outdoor recreational adventures.
Barking Mad Farm B&B is nestled on the edge of the Wallowa Mountains, named one of Travel Oregon’s Seven Natural Wonders of Oregon. With three spacious suites to choose from and a variety of amenities, there is something to fit every budget and need. Bring your dog along as we have acres of open land including a private “dog park” just for your four-legged travel companions
