Hot. Thats what this trip has been. Hot asphalt, hot air, and hot rider. And what have I seen...plenty.
After a fun night with Dean and family in Bend, Or. I started north with the intention of riding a short distance to the Columbia river. The ride to the gorge is beautiful. High plateaus and farming, alfalfa stretches to the horizon. I pass a scene that could be from an Andrew Wyeth painting - small farm house, with barn all set in a wheat field. On my left in the far off distance lurk snow curved volcanos. Then on the horizon dozens of wind mills take shape. After an hour of being battered by the wind I make it to the river, but I can't stay, it's too awful. I feel like I've rode in to a crime. The once mighty Columbia lays in bondage by dams. Roads jammed with tourist gawk at the "Beauty" And wind mills mock the rivers existence. Hours later I make it to Yakima, Wa. It's over 100 degrees - I get a hotel room.
The next day is very long, Yakima to Cache Creek, BC. about four hundred and thirty miles, but now I'm well north of the border.
On the fourth day riding I pass through Prince George and spend the night in Fort Fraser at a camp ground. Then the next day I make it to Stewart.
More Later.
The next day is very long, Yakima to Cache Creek, BC. about four hundred and thirty miles, but now I'm well north of the border.
On the fourth day riding I pass through Prince George and spend the night in Fort Fraser at a camp ground. Then the next day I make it to Stewart.
More Later.
We know you are hot, hot, hot!! Hah! Hah! Catch those creeks and rivers for an afternoon dip to revive yourself, but careful too for you might end up looking eye to eye with a big grizzly known to be swimming there alongside you at Fish Creek! :)
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Are you still hot or are you getting wet yet?
ReplyDeleteI think he's still runnin' on 'hot' Gary! :) :) And, of course, am so glad that he will be touching down in your 'neck of the woods' in the very near future! Windeagle
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