We took a weekend and went to Cape Lookout State Park on the Oregon coast. This
park is near Kathy’s favorite beach for finding agates.
I had reserved a site but it wasn’t necessary. The campground was only half full.
After setting up camp we went to the beach and scouted out the rocks. Kathy walked
around with her head down and I sat on a large rock and read my book.
Maybe I should have guided her around. She found this boulder with its bands of
quartz. She wanted me to pack it out. And like a fool I said I would.
On the way back to camp we saw this herd of Roosevelt elk.
The next morning we packed up and went to another nearby beach we had been told about
but the pickings were pretty slim. There were no areas of pebbles, just sand and
So we headed home by crossing the Columbia River to the Washington side and following
the highway upriver. This is the bridge at Astoria near the mouth of the river. It
is high at the ship channel for ship traffic going to Portland, Oregon and then runs
across 3 miles of mud flats to the Washington side.
We weren’t the only ones taking advantage of the weather and going riding.
And that boulder is in the back yard among the flowers!
The route left Portland, Oregon going east over the shoulder of Mt. Hood, one of
our neighborhood volcanoes. Although this one is dormant.
The route left the forested mountains and ran through the high desert of the “east
side” , as we call any area on the east side of the Cascade Mountains which divide
the state into two very different climatic zones. The organizers found some very
fun roads for us.
And some scenic rock formations. The nearby “Smith Rocks State Park” has some excellent
climbing rocks that are world famous amongst rock climbers. Climbers can usually
be seen free climbing from the nearby state highway.
And again this year the organizers managed to time the ride with a cattle drive.
This is the third time we have been caught in a cattle drive on a Rose City MC Club
And we did it once in Switzerland too!!
Some more fun roads later we are headed back towards Portland. As the ending ceremonies
are at the same place as the start we do have to head back.
We are now going through the dryland wheat farming country. The flat land is cut
with canyons that give more good riding even if the wind is now picking up as it
does every afternoon in this open country.
We are now back in the mountains and again going over the shoulder of Mt. Hood. This
view is from the east.
The ending ceremonies are held about 9 PM. This ride is scored by taking everyone’s
starting mileage and time out and then taking everyone’s ending mileage and time
back in and then averaging all of them. The average time was 12 hours 6 minutes
and 41 seconds. The distance was 509.94 miles (about 918 km.). There were 289 motorcycles
entered. As usual we were a little high in mileage and an hour short in time. We
tend to ride without as many stops for long meals as others. But we tend to go off-route
to find the kind of food we want. This adds up to being out of the running for prizes.
But we didn’t come for the prizes, we came to ride!