I recently transitioned from riding along the Pacific Coast to riding east, towards the coast that I call home. I’m not one for symbolism, but I do think going east will be significantly different from my ride along the coast. There will be fewer services, fewer fellow cyclists, more empty landscapes, and fewer chains. There…
I finished my ride through Oregon almost a week ago. There were dunes and a gorge, kite surfers and water falls, and lots of nice people. I did have a few things in mind when I entered Oregon. I accomplished some of them but let others slip away. 1. I went on a tour of…
I rode into Washington today, but the sign was anticlimactic. Washington has been…simple, so far. No big hills, no bad headwinds, just wildflowers and forests and farms. And lots of bird calls, most of which are screeching and harsh on the ears!
Today, Chris boarded a plane back east. I had lunch with Mary and Norman, relatives of Daniel. And I’m riding again. Looking for that Washington border!
We kept hearing about the largest urban park in the United states-Forest Park. Here I am, attempting to cross a log in its depths. Forest Park is awesome and isolated!
We hiked at Tamanawa Falls, I think, in the Mount Hood National Forest. We also left the car key on the trail and had to hike an extra mile back to get on. So stressful! This picture is from on the trail, where a landslide took out some forest.
Chris reached Portland yesterday and today we drove along the Columbia river gorge to Hood River, where we are checking out the kite surfing scene. Chris may get out today or tomorrow and I might try to learn a thing or to, nur probably not in these high winds! Also, it is beautiful.
