Well, it's been awhile, but it is time to try my hand at the blog thing again. Grumpy Bear and I have made many rides together since our little Alaska adventure, and as luck would have it...we haven't killed each other and are still great friends. Our latest ambitions for riding have been to make Iron Butt runs. For my 60th birthday in October, we made our first Saddlesore 1000 from Conway, AR to Holbrook, AZ. We logged 1082 miles in that day of riding.
In the morning, we are heading out for our second attempt at an Iron Butt run. We plan to garner both a Saddlesore 1000 and a Bunburner 1500 certificate out of this trip. Wish us luck.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Thursday, July 15, 2010
WHAT A RIDE !!
Below are comments from both GB(Curt) and BB(Ray). GB starts it off. We've not been complete in our descriptions of our journey, but believe that we spoke to friends and family along the way...and they were all very supportive. Thanks!
Well folks, the last chapter of the Bears adventure was semi-uneventful except for the mountain of anticipation about getting home. You know, that place where you can sigh relief, review images of your adventure and begin to enlarge if not exaggerate the things you have seen, felt , endured and enjoyed.
The last 370 miles from Harrisonville, MO to Conway, AR on Sunday, July 11, started out warm and got warmer as we closed in on I-40 and Fort Smith. We encountered a brief shower about 100 miles from our start and stopped to cover up bags and put on our raingear for the last time. The shower was brief and within ten minutes we were dry and HOT, with the raingear on. With impending clouds we rode on until GB began to strip away the layers and stuff them behind the luggage, ( while still riding). We stopped once for water and gas with GB stating that this was his last stop until he got home. (still 260 miles to go).
As we made our turn onto I-40 at Fort Smith, AR. , we got pounded by rain in a hard downpour for about 5 miles. GB never slowed down and didn’t stop to put on his raingear. Wet would be a blessing in the upcoming heat. Within just a few minutes we remembered why we had taken a Northern route to get home. Holy Moses it was getting hot.
Big Bear rode trailer all morning and seemed to disappear in the heavy rain. He never takes his raingear off and never takes his jacket off during the hot spells, preferring to utilize the evaporative cooling principle that if you sweat inside the jacket, the warm air will cool you. The theory does work …with one small side effect. After 39 days of sweat , rain, bugs and road grim, that jacket was ugly in more than one way. Now you know why he rode trailer most of the way. It might explain the death of wildflowers along the highways throughout much of South Dakota on July 9 and 10. To say he got his money’s worth out of that garment is an understatement. However, the manufacturer could have spared humanity with a Scent-lok application. Nuff-said ! (BB here…can’t believe he’s picking on my jacket. Only one hotel desk clerk told me unsolicited where the hotel laundry was located. And, that was when we were nearly home.)
GB wants it recorded that he was in favor of continuing travel on Saturday, July 10 in order to be home with his beloved. I believe the boy was more homesick than he let on. Or…maybe it was the jacket ??
As the old fellow in Wyoming told Big Bear after hearing of the adventure and sensing the determination in his voice to get home, “sounds like you boys are smelling the barn”.
The final stretch into Conway and home for GB was littered with passed vehicles as his focus narrowed on getting home to his sweetheart and overdue hugs and kisses.
But…not so fast. GB almost made it home without stopping for gas…almost. As we made our final approach, his bike hiccupped indicating he was out of gas. He coasted into a Citgo station just ¾ of a mile from his house as he filled up for the last time and BB juiced up with hopes of his last fill-up before home.
Here is where GB owes an apology to the State of Oregon for the outburst about folks who aid you in the distribution of gas to prevent gasoline spills, who needs that. Well it seems BB does since his nozzle did not trip and he ran about ½ gallon of gasoline onto the ground and all over the finish of his Beemer at the last fill-up. OOPs.
GB got a great surprise as he turned into his driveway. His sweetie had told him that she would not be returning from her trip to Monroe until almost 8:00 PM. His eyes sparkled and his smile widened as he saw the garage open and Kathy’s car in the garage. She was out the door and …well that is sort of personal!!(yeah, and I had to watch)
She was reluctant to hug BB…I’m pretty sure it was the jacket(again with the jacket). Not sure if that was why her eyes were watering or not??
WOW ! WHAT A RIDE !!!
GB’s odometer showed 12,370 miles, that’s 15 miles short of 12000 miles for the adventure which began from BB’s house on June 3. ( If you throw in the 200 miles he rode on the other bike to get to BB’s house we clearly exceeded 12,000).
After much insistence from Mrs. GB, Big Bear ate a quick bite before departing for Cross Roads and his sweetie. He couldn’t wait to get that jacket on again. I think he has a thing for the jacket.
GB writes:
Check a big one from the Bucket List for me. The fact that we did it gives me a great deal of satisfaction and accomplishment. The fact that our wives supported us and even encouraged us is even more phenomenal. We LOVE you both.
I couldn’t have asked for a better traveling partner. He didn’t always agree with me on everything, but he never once gripped about it regardless of how much I irritated him. I believe that a journey of this kind changes a person in many ways. I’ve seen a more patient BB and I am inspired by his compassion for others no matter where he was or who he was with. His courtesy and respect toward others is genuine.
I am blessed that he is my friend !!!
Okay this makes up for the Senior trip in “69, you are formally forgiven !!!
ADVICE: Make plans and pursue your dreams!!! It is never too late. Call me, I’ll help you plan !!
You know, I’ve always wanted to see Nova Scotia and I hear they have roads there…….
BB here:
GB has again eloquently stated things. I’ve been reflecting on our ride and have been asked by my neighbor if Curt and I were still friends after such a long trip. YEP! I couldn’t have asked for a better traveling companion and I am glad to hear that I didn’t irritated old GB too much. Besides being a great friend and traveling companion, he’s better than any darned GPS on the market. That boy can smell where to turn! I think that the overall sense of adventure and desire to enjoy the opportunity certainly inspired me to want to be a good traveling companion. I hate to admit it, but I may have inadvertently irritated old GB (other than with the jacket) in a few ways. I promise that it was never intentional(well, maybe a little bit a few times).
Good friends travel well together and support each other. I thought we did and I’m glad to hear GB felt that way too. I never felt like GB would not be there if I needed him. He even waited patiently every time I put all that riding gear on. Friends do that, and more! BTW, I abandoned the jacket in Monticello, AR on the way home. I couldn’t stand the heat any more. I finished the trip with SPF 70 sunscreen for protection instead of the riding jacket. Sorry MSF!
As to the part about our brides…ditto…plus, I add my gratitude for their love and support in everything we do. I love you both, especially the one that allowed me to be on the road on both our 33rd wedding anniversary and one of her birthdays.
Time to plan another trip!!! I'll still post a few more pics and continue to post occasional roadtrips on this link.
In the words of my buddy in Ocshners..."have a good life". I like taking it beyond the day.
da bears
Below, a picture of unknown origin contributed by one of our brides. Kind of goes with the post card I sent to the OPSB DP Gang.
Well folks, the last chapter of the Bears adventure was semi-uneventful except for the mountain of anticipation about getting home. You know, that place where you can sigh relief, review images of your adventure and begin to enlarge if not exaggerate the things you have seen, felt , endured and enjoyed.
The last 370 miles from Harrisonville, MO to Conway, AR on Sunday, July 11, started out warm and got warmer as we closed in on I-40 and Fort Smith. We encountered a brief shower about 100 miles from our start and stopped to cover up bags and put on our raingear for the last time. The shower was brief and within ten minutes we were dry and HOT, with the raingear on. With impending clouds we rode on until GB began to strip away the layers and stuff them behind the luggage, ( while still riding). We stopped once for water and gas with GB stating that this was his last stop until he got home. (still 260 miles to go).
As we made our turn onto I-40 at Fort Smith, AR. , we got pounded by rain in a hard downpour for about 5 miles. GB never slowed down and didn’t stop to put on his raingear. Wet would be a blessing in the upcoming heat. Within just a few minutes we remembered why we had taken a Northern route to get home. Holy Moses it was getting hot.
Big Bear rode trailer all morning and seemed to disappear in the heavy rain. He never takes his raingear off and never takes his jacket off during the hot spells, preferring to utilize the evaporative cooling principle that if you sweat inside the jacket, the warm air will cool you. The theory does work …with one small side effect. After 39 days of sweat , rain, bugs and road grim, that jacket was ugly in more than one way. Now you know why he rode trailer most of the way. It might explain the death of wildflowers along the highways throughout much of South Dakota on July 9 and 10. To say he got his money’s worth out of that garment is an understatement. However, the manufacturer could have spared humanity with a Scent-lok application. Nuff-said ! (BB here…can’t believe he’s picking on my jacket. Only one hotel desk clerk told me unsolicited where the hotel laundry was located. And, that was when we were nearly home.)
GB wants it recorded that he was in favor of continuing travel on Saturday, July 10 in order to be home with his beloved. I believe the boy was more homesick than he let on. Or…maybe it was the jacket ??
As the old fellow in Wyoming told Big Bear after hearing of the adventure and sensing the determination in his voice to get home, “sounds like you boys are smelling the barn”.
The final stretch into Conway and home for GB was littered with passed vehicles as his focus narrowed on getting home to his sweetheart and overdue hugs and kisses.
But…not so fast. GB almost made it home without stopping for gas…almost. As we made our final approach, his bike hiccupped indicating he was out of gas. He coasted into a Citgo station just ¾ of a mile from his house as he filled up for the last time and BB juiced up with hopes of his last fill-up before home.
Here is where GB owes an apology to the State of Oregon for the outburst about folks who aid you in the distribution of gas to prevent gasoline spills, who needs that. Well it seems BB does since his nozzle did not trip and he ran about ½ gallon of gasoline onto the ground and all over the finish of his Beemer at the last fill-up. OOPs.
GB got a great surprise as he turned into his driveway. His sweetie had told him that she would not be returning from her trip to Monroe until almost 8:00 PM. His eyes sparkled and his smile widened as he saw the garage open and Kathy’s car in the garage. She was out the door and …well that is sort of personal!!(yeah, and I had to watch)
She was reluctant to hug BB…I’m pretty sure it was the jacket(again with the jacket). Not sure if that was why her eyes were watering or not??
WOW ! WHAT A RIDE !!!
GB’s odometer showed 12,370 miles, that’s 15 miles short of 12000 miles for the adventure which began from BB’s house on June 3. ( If you throw in the 200 miles he rode on the other bike to get to BB’s house we clearly exceeded 12,000).
After much insistence from Mrs. GB, Big Bear ate a quick bite before departing for Cross Roads and his sweetie. He couldn’t wait to get that jacket on again. I think he has a thing for the jacket.
GB writes:
Check a big one from the Bucket List for me. The fact that we did it gives me a great deal of satisfaction and accomplishment. The fact that our wives supported us and even encouraged us is even more phenomenal. We LOVE you both.
I couldn’t have asked for a better traveling partner. He didn’t always agree with me on everything, but he never once gripped about it regardless of how much I irritated him. I believe that a journey of this kind changes a person in many ways. I’ve seen a more patient BB and I am inspired by his compassion for others no matter where he was or who he was with. His courtesy and respect toward others is genuine.
I am blessed that he is my friend !!!
Okay this makes up for the Senior trip in “69, you are formally forgiven !!!
ADVICE: Make plans and pursue your dreams!!! It is never too late. Call me, I’ll help you plan !!
You know, I’ve always wanted to see Nova Scotia and I hear they have roads there…….
BB here:
GB has again eloquently stated things. I’ve been reflecting on our ride and have been asked by my neighbor if Curt and I were still friends after such a long trip. YEP! I couldn’t have asked for a better traveling companion and I am glad to hear that I didn’t irritated old GB too much. Besides being a great friend and traveling companion, he’s better than any darned GPS on the market. That boy can smell where to turn! I think that the overall sense of adventure and desire to enjoy the opportunity certainly inspired me to want to be a good traveling companion. I hate to admit it, but I may have inadvertently irritated old GB (other than with the jacket) in a few ways. I promise that it was never intentional(well, maybe a little bit a few times).
Good friends travel well together and support each other. I thought we did and I’m glad to hear GB felt that way too. I never felt like GB would not be there if I needed him. He even waited patiently every time I put all that riding gear on. Friends do that, and more! BTW, I abandoned the jacket in Monticello, AR on the way home. I couldn’t stand the heat any more. I finished the trip with SPF 70 sunscreen for protection instead of the riding jacket. Sorry MSF!
As to the part about our brides…ditto…plus, I add my gratitude for their love and support in everything we do. I love you both, especially the one that allowed me to be on the road on both our 33rd wedding anniversary and one of her birthdays.
Time to plan another trip!!! I'll still post a few more pics and continue to post occasional roadtrips on this link.
In the words of my buddy in Ocshners..."have a good life". I like taking it beyond the day.
da bears
Below, a picture of unknown origin contributed by one of our brides. Kind of goes with the post card I sent to the OPSB DP Gang.
Sorry, but we never rode around to the other side of Mount Rushmore. Another one of those missed photo ops!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Working on it
Well, BB here...here being New Orleans. I brought a friend down here for a little medical procedure so he can get back on his motor scooter. GB is going to work on a bit of catchup/finalization comments and I'm going to try to pull together a few pics from the last few days of our trip. Starting tonight...
Getting late. BB is sleepy and definately needs his beauty rest. More tomorrow, probably from the hospital. Goodnight to all.
GB at Mount Rushmore
Yep! Made it to Sturgis.
Old Faithful...set your clock!
GB made a buddy along the Oregon coast. He liked the energy bars almost as much as we did, only he didn't get very much. He sure waited patiently to see if he would get more though.
Just could not get enough of the coast!
GB out on the edge for that perfect shot.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
From Harrisonville, MO July 10th
Well, da bears are dragging. Last night on the road. I will write a catch-up piece and some closing thoughts on this journey in a few days. We rode 675 miles over four states today. There were plenty of 15-20 mile stretches of construction down to one lane and plenty of warm weather. Thanks to all for your interest...give me a few days and you will get more pics and words.
da bears
da bears
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Thursday Night in Cody, Wyoming
610 miles, but the weather was excellent and Yellowstone is much nicer without rain and poor visibility. You get the short version again tonight unless GB wants to get over here and be verbose.
We ate at Bubba's BBQ right after we snagged the last room at the Best Western here in Cody...just ahead of a sweet little old lady and her frail husband. We dashed to the door to beat them out of the room. I had to yell "squirrel" to distract her. Actually, they were walking in right after we checked in. More fun to make it sound like we went for the steal though.
GB is now taking over. My turn at the shower, which I need very much.
Well gang, it was a travel day and we hit the interstate (84) to get some miles as quickly as possible. It was hard for me to pass up the Dog Exhibit in Pocatello, "Wolf To Woof" and Big Bear pouted for almost an hour when I wouldn't stop at the Potato Museum in Blackfoot.
Yellowstone was spectacular as usual with all kinds of up close wildlife including, buffalo, deer, elk, and eagles. We watched Old Faithful do its thing, right on time, then scooted through the rest of the park rather quickly as we tried to put some miles behind us. Big Bear has decided he has seen all he wants to see and it is time to head South toward home. I can tell he is getting homesick when a moose walked out with an eagle on his antlers and a black bear on his back and Big Bear said, oh it's just another critter, let's ride !!
We passed a motel in Cody, WY, as we came into town, "Big Bear Motel", but he wasn't interested in a photo so you will just have to use your imagination around how cute it was.
I'm tired and homesick to see my sweetie also. Three more days and we should be home.
Big Bear promises more photos soon, right now he just seems to want to snore. Oh well, bears are like that.
GB for da Bears
We ate at Bubba's BBQ right after we snagged the last room at the Best Western here in Cody...just ahead of a sweet little old lady and her frail husband. We dashed to the door to beat them out of the room. I had to yell "squirrel" to distract her. Actually, they were walking in right after we checked in. More fun to make it sound like we went for the steal though.
GB is now taking over. My turn at the shower, which I need very much.
Well gang, it was a travel day and we hit the interstate (84) to get some miles as quickly as possible. It was hard for me to pass up the Dog Exhibit in Pocatello, "Wolf To Woof" and Big Bear pouted for almost an hour when I wouldn't stop at the Potato Museum in Blackfoot.
Yellowstone was spectacular as usual with all kinds of up close wildlife including, buffalo, deer, elk, and eagles. We watched Old Faithful do its thing, right on time, then scooted through the rest of the park rather quickly as we tried to put some miles behind us. Big Bear has decided he has seen all he wants to see and it is time to head South toward home. I can tell he is getting homesick when a moose walked out with an eagle on his antlers and a black bear on his back and Big Bear said, oh it's just another critter, let's ride !!
We passed a motel in Cody, WY, as we came into town, "Big Bear Motel", but he wasn't interested in a photo so you will just have to use your imagination around how cute it was.
I'm tired and homesick to see my sweetie also. Three more days and we should be home.
Big Bear promises more photos soon, right now he just seems to want to snore. Oh well, bears are like that.
GB for da Bears
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
BATs and curves
GB here to fill you in on our latest adventure.
Tuesday morning brought us sunshine to central Oregon and a cool breeze from the Pacific. We were sleeping late and left even later, trying to get the GPS to update and give us the new maps. ( Left at 9:30AM).
We headed South on Hwy 101 with a little less traffic than yesterday and a bright day to accompany us along the rugged Oregon coast and into California and the BATs. The day was filled with stops and photos of the spendid coast.( I can't get enough of the waves and wind). The twisty Hwy 101 put a smile on both faces as we tried to look over the edge and enjoy the ride at the same time.
Saying goodbye to Oregon for the time being, we entered into California in search of the BATs. We found plenty despite the fact that GB missed the turn and we had to settle for BATs on the perimeter of the Nationsl Redwood Forest. We recalculated our direction and thought we might head straight across California on Hwy 299. The road is a bikers dream !! Twisty, curvey and high speed, yes even Big Bear got in on the excitement as be blasted 65 miles toward the center of California. The ride was great, except...the further we went the hotter it got. We were at 57 when we left the Redwood Forest and 97 just 65 miles later in Willow Creek, CA when we stopped for the night. The nice waiter at the restaurant, Cinnabar Sam's, told us that we were headed into 110 degree heat for Wednesday and recommended and northern alternative, Hwy 96. OMG, this one was more twisty and raw than the day before. Wait i"m getting ahead of myself. Willow Creek is in the heart of Bigfoot country and Bigfoot images are everywhere. So we stayed at...Bigfoot Motel. Not the best but okay for the price. Tomorrow we tackle the Bigfoot Highway ( no joke, that's the name), Hwy 96 through miles and miles of twisty narrow roads with no shoulder and 500 foot dropoffs. This ride is getting good !!!!!!!!!!
As you can tell I am assigned the task of catching up the blog so I will burst into Wednesday, July 7. OMG have I told you how much I love these twisty narrow roads !!!! We did 150 miles plus of this stuff today, crossed into Oregon and did 50 miles on Hwy 66. This road was crazier than the two days before. Sheer dropoffs that got bigger and bigger. 500 feet dropoffs gave way to 1000 feet and then 1500 feet, no shoulder, narrow twisty curves. Don't look Ethyl, it's along way down and no stopping till you get to the bottom. As you can tell we made it over the mountains and through the woods and to
West edge of Idaho. We have stopped in Ontario, Oregon at a Best Western after 620 miles today.
We saw beautiful Mt. Shasta from a desert viewpoint over 100 miles away, it was spectacular. We also saw deer on the road in front of us ( yes I was in front again) several times today. We headed East on Hwy 140 and eventually North and East on Hwys 395 and 20.
We had a blast despite the numerous road construction stops ( 5 in all).
The bad thing about twisty-curvey is that it is slower so it took us longer.
Hwy 140, 395 and 20 are mostly across a desert basin with alkali lakes and scrub brush and pretty much nothing else. We hardly passed more than 3 dozen cars/trucks the whole way but we made excellent time.
Tomorrow we tackle Idaho and into Yellowstone for one more try. Tonight we are in the onion capitol of the Northwest. Yes folks they grown onions as well as potatoes in this part of the country, miles and miles of onions, carrots, wheat and oats. It is starting to look like Kansas.
I am ready to be out of Oregon. My pet peave with this Blue State is this: You cannot pump your own gas. A little goober runs out and puts in a code to engage the pump and hands you the nozzle and then instructs you on how not to get a drop on the ground with a tissue after you have filled your tank. Wipe your nozzle ??? In essence the State of Oregon thinks you are too stupid to fill your tank and not spill the $3.30/gal gasoline on the ground. Get me away fron these democrats !!!!!
I'm tired and Big B is fading on me so I must get to sleep. Tomorrow another 500 mile day.
We are headed home, but not before we terrorize Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Iowa, Kansas and Oklahoma.
GB for da Bears
Tuesday morning brought us sunshine to central Oregon and a cool breeze from the Pacific. We were sleeping late and left even later, trying to get the GPS to update and give us the new maps. ( Left at 9:30AM).
We headed South on Hwy 101 with a little less traffic than yesterday and a bright day to accompany us along the rugged Oregon coast and into California and the BATs. The day was filled with stops and photos of the spendid coast.( I can't get enough of the waves and wind). The twisty Hwy 101 put a smile on both faces as we tried to look over the edge and enjoy the ride at the same time.
Saying goodbye to Oregon for the time being, we entered into California in search of the BATs. We found plenty despite the fact that GB missed the turn and we had to settle for BATs on the perimeter of the Nationsl Redwood Forest. We recalculated our direction and thought we might head straight across California on Hwy 299. The road is a bikers dream !! Twisty, curvey and high speed, yes even Big Bear got in on the excitement as be blasted 65 miles toward the center of California. The ride was great, except...the further we went the hotter it got. We were at 57 when we left the Redwood Forest and 97 just 65 miles later in Willow Creek, CA when we stopped for the night. The nice waiter at the restaurant, Cinnabar Sam's, told us that we were headed into 110 degree heat for Wednesday and recommended and northern alternative, Hwy 96. OMG, this one was more twisty and raw than the day before. Wait i"m getting ahead of myself. Willow Creek is in the heart of Bigfoot country and Bigfoot images are everywhere. So we stayed at...Bigfoot Motel. Not the best but okay for the price. Tomorrow we tackle the Bigfoot Highway ( no joke, that's the name), Hwy 96 through miles and miles of twisty narrow roads with no shoulder and 500 foot dropoffs. This ride is getting good !!!!!!!!!!
As you can tell I am assigned the task of catching up the blog so I will burst into Wednesday, July 7. OMG have I told you how much I love these twisty narrow roads !!!! We did 150 miles plus of this stuff today, crossed into Oregon and did 50 miles on Hwy 66. This road was crazier than the two days before. Sheer dropoffs that got bigger and bigger. 500 feet dropoffs gave way to 1000 feet and then 1500 feet, no shoulder, narrow twisty curves. Don't look Ethyl, it's along way down and no stopping till you get to the bottom. As you can tell we made it over the mountains and through the woods and to
West edge of Idaho. We have stopped in Ontario, Oregon at a Best Western after 620 miles today.
We saw beautiful Mt. Shasta from a desert viewpoint over 100 miles away, it was spectacular. We also saw deer on the road in front of us ( yes I was in front again) several times today. We headed East on Hwy 140 and eventually North and East on Hwys 395 and 20.
We had a blast despite the numerous road construction stops ( 5 in all).
The bad thing about twisty-curvey is that it is slower so it took us longer.
Hwy 140, 395 and 20 are mostly across a desert basin with alkali lakes and scrub brush and pretty much nothing else. We hardly passed more than 3 dozen cars/trucks the whole way but we made excellent time.
Tomorrow we tackle Idaho and into Yellowstone for one more try. Tonight we are in the onion capitol of the Northwest. Yes folks they grown onions as well as potatoes in this part of the country, miles and miles of onions, carrots, wheat and oats. It is starting to look like Kansas.
I am ready to be out of Oregon. My pet peave with this Blue State is this: You cannot pump your own gas. A little goober runs out and puts in a code to engage the pump and hands you the nozzle and then instructs you on how not to get a drop on the ground with a tissue after you have filled your tank. Wipe your nozzle ??? In essence the State of Oregon thinks you are too stupid to fill your tank and not spill the $3.30/gal gasoline on the ground. Get me away fron these democrats !!!!!
I'm tired and Big B is fading on me so I must get to sleep. Tomorrow another 500 mile day.
We are headed home, but not before we terrorize Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Iowa, Kansas and Oklahoma.
GB for da Bears
Monday, July 5, 2010
Oregon Pacific Coast, July 5, 2010
Well, it's late and this will be short, but we had another great day. GB and I covered about 425 miles today. We left our motel about 5:45 this morning(you guessed it...in the rain) and got through Seattle, Tacoma, and Olympia before 8:00am. We rolled into the Mt St. Helen's Visitor Centor just in time to see the video presentation, the wandered around for about a half hour before hitting the road again. The clouds were lingering, so we did not ride the additional distance to the volcano. We were told we would not be able to see it until the weather cleared. The fun really started after we got over on to Hwy 101. For any of you that think 4th of July traffic is bad, you should see the Pacific coast traffic in Oregon for GB's birthday. We spent a rather significant part of the day moving forward a few feet at a time on the bikes. Not a lot of fun even in 65 degrees. The ride was beautiful once we cleared the traffic, and we made several stops and took some pics along the way. We are in Yachats, Oregon at the Fireside Resort Motel tonight. We had dinner at a restuarant down the beach about a quarter mile and the returned to our motel to grab the cameras for a few pictures of the sunset off of the Oregon coast. Absolutely spectacular!!!
I'll throw in a few pics, and then it's bedtime and some rest in preparation for some redwood tree hunting tomorrow.
best to all from the dynamic duo...da bears
I'll throw in a few pics, and then it's bedtime and some rest in preparation for some redwood tree hunting tomorrow.
best to all from the dynamic duo...da bears
The throngs heading to see GB arrive at the Pacific Ocean and to celebrate his birthday.
Celebrating our arrival at the Pacific Ocean.
Contemplating the beauty of it all.
Final light...good night to all.
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