When life gives you lemons, go ride Lemonade!
We took several short rides, the longest just 4 days, during the 2013 year up to
Finally the sun broke through and we got on the road a half hour before noon. Noon is the cutoff for registrations at the Polar Bear Run. We made it just in time.
The weather in Portland, Oregon where the run is actually held was much better than it was at our house. They had sun and dry ground where we had wet roads and snow still on the lawns and walkways. To the north of our house there was even more snow and ice.
The planned routes for the Polar Bear run always consists of three choices: Baby
From the freeway we took a two-
We had rented a yurt in the State Park near Brookings to stay in. The weather was forecast to be excellent but cool. We have stayed in colder places in our tent but decided to upscale it to a place with lights and heat for this trip.
We had dinner at a pizza/brewpub place and had excellent beer and pizza.
The next day we spent climbing the hills (me) and beachcombing for pretty rocks (Kathy). For her birthday I had bought her a rock polisher because she is always picking up these rocks. We brought several pounds of them home from Europe. Now she can make them all nice and shiny!
The route back on the following day was up the coast for a couple of hundred miles and then inland to home.
After lunch we headed out to the old WW II fort near the actual mouth of the river and looked around. Kathy looked for rocks and I talked with another visitor to the beach. He has a bike but smaller. His kids wanted to try out the GoldWing so I let them get on while he and I talked bikes, roads and rides.
The way back was to cross the bridge, above the river fog, and follow the north shore back to the freeway.
As we rode the north side of the river we could see in the far distance our favorite
Mt. St. Helens is a small white hump almost centered in the picture.
After lunch we headed to the state park and to claim a campsite. We set up camp under a low, but dry, cloud cover and lit a fire for warmth. We checked the tide table for low tide tomorrow and made out plans to go hunt agates.
The next day we followed the directions I had been given to the trailhead that led down to the tiny beach with all the agates. We both looked for a while, finding quite a few agates but I got bored with it and found a comfy rock and read my book. Kathy continued to search. After all she has that rock polisher to fill.
After sitting on that rock for a while it lost its comfort and I wandered again. This time I found that the outgoing tide had left some very interesting patterns in the sand. This is just one of them. When Kathy had collected several pounds of agates we left and returned to camp. I waypointed the beach trail in my GPS so it will be easy to find again. The following morning we returned home.
The route this year was east through the Columbia River Gorge and then into the canyons and wheat fields of eastern Oregon.
We rode with our friend Mark this year. We tend to ride alone or with only one or two other bikes. This simplifies rest, fuel, food, and potty stops. A group seems to always travel at the rate of the smallest bladder and fuel tank. Unless there is a smoker and then one must add in smoke breaks too. Mark has the same fuel and bladder size that we do.
We took the scenic route, of course, over the Oregon Cascade Mountains to the High Desert region of Central Oregon.
After giving a lot of thought to next year (2014) and our long term trip we decided
to buy a tent trailer instead of trying to camp all the time in a tent. We again
rode with Mark who also has a Leesure-
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