Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Four Thousand Five Hundred Miles

Day 16                
Home at last

Time to go home. Having the trip come to an end is always bittersweet for me. I am relieved to put away my riding boots and sleep in my own bed, but I miss the daily discoveries, the little mysteries of the road, and being with George. This year was particularly hard because we traveled with Dee and John and had to say goodbye to them too. There is a culture that develops on the road.

We left Carol and Wally at 6:00 am and began the long, hot, difficult journey home. We stopped in Weed to eat at the High and Low Cafe. If you get a chance to stop in Weed, eat there. Very nice people. Lots of merchandise about Weed. (Pot)

There is not much to write about today. Somehow we made it home. George said parts of him were melting. I could not even comment.

So, home again. Great to see Jack, Lilly, and Luke! My sister, Karen, made us many wonderful meals and dessert as a surprise! She also cleaned drawers and did laundry.  Really!!!  House cleaners are coming tomorrow. Life is good.

Jenson

Utopia


Day 15               

A wonderful morning, waking up in a bed I know does not have bedbugs, and Carol's homemade coffee cake and fresh fruit awaiting me downstairs. The day only got better. 

Medford has a wonderful family owned business where one can order soup, sandwiches, buy loafs of the bread made on site, and other odds and ends. We have eaten there many times. Our plan was to pick up sandwiches and take them to Steve's (Carol's son-in-law) parents house on the Rogue River. What a day! Their backyard has a beautiful green lawn, a hammock, a wood swing, and chairs all overlooking the river. It is bliss to go there. We enjoyed our lunch, caught up on family news, and relaxed for a few hours.
Carol & George enjoying lunch at the river 

When we returned I took a nap and George cleaned the bike. Carol cooked for our dinner at her daughter, Tiffany's home. Tiffany and Steve are both veterinarians. They live in a beautiful home with their 9 year old son Owen, their dogs, Shasta, and Wellington (aka Welly Jelly), and their cat Lewis. Their neighbors, Buddy and Deanna, brought their grandson, Phillip, for dinner. The boys swam, the men BBQ'd, and Carol and Tiffany put on a feast. Steve had recently gone to Alaska with his father to fish and he brought back over 160 pounds of different fish. Dinner was excellent. We always feel so welcome at Tiffany and Steve's home. 

We returned to Carol's ready for bed and prepared to get up and leave early tomorrow.  

Happy Birthday Frances! I hope all your wishes came true!

Tomorrow, home.

Good night Medford, Oregon

Jenson



Carol & Wally


Day 14            
Carol & George

One of the reasons we rode for so long yesterday was to cut down the time it would take to get to Medford today. We wanted to get to Carol's home early enough to enjoy the day with her. We got off to a good start, got lost in Bend, Oregon, got lost in Sun River, Oregon, and finally had lunch in La Pine, Oregon.  
Arriving at Carol's Home

Here's what happened. We took a wrong turn in Bend and ended up riding around some beautiful areas before we found our way back to the highway. Once back on the road there was a  sign warning that HW 230 was closed due to fire. By this time we needed to stop for gas and lunch and took the turn off for Sun River.   Sun River is absolutely gorgeous. I would love to have a "different" vacation there. Riding bikes (real bikes), walking, playing tennis, swimming, reading, resting, and eating. But, I digress. So, we got lost on one of the many roads and could not locate  gas or food. We finally followed a car out of the maze. By this point it was clear there would be no lunch at a cute bistro. A gas station was finally located before disaster hit, we got back on the highway and ended up in La Pine.  Yelp recommended the Sugar Pine so off we went.

The waitress at the Sugar Pine was a sweet girl. I know she was. Nice to everyone. Did not have a clue. Told the customers at another table that she was having a slow day because she wanted to be home in her blankets.  Well, the food eventually came.

It turned out that HW 230 was closed due to fires in the Crater Lake area so we now have to ride to   Klamath Falls to get to Medford. Adding 2 additional hours to our ride. Yea.
Klamath Lake


Klamath Lake

We finally arrive at Carol's in the very later afternoon, scraggly, hot, and tired. Wally, Carol's new cat cheered us up, along with a cool shower, and a change of clothes. Carol made a fabulous dinner, of course, and we ended the day with ice cream and cookies.  Thank you Carol!

Tomorrow, more fun with Carol and Wally!

Good night Medford, Oregon

Jenson

And Then There Were Two


Day 13                      

Knowing that we would be facing a long ride and a hot day, George and I were packed and ready to leave Idaho Falls at dawn. We shared a final breakfast with John, said our goodbyes, and took off. The beginning of the ride was cold and windy. The sun was beginning to rise and the color of the hills was a dramatic golden hue. 





We stopped for lunch in Boise, Idaho. I had Yelped restaurants and we were going to try the number one pick. When we arrived there was a long line out the door, it was very hot, and we were hungry, so  off we went. I asked a bookstore owner about other options and he recommended Bacon. What a great meal! I'm not sure when the day began to tank. Early start, great lunch, ohhh, when George said we had 3 more hours to go. Three more hours on the bike is like 12 more hours in a car. 






When we finally arrived in Burns, Oregon, there wasn't much conversation. We had been on the road from 6:15 to 4:00 and we were crispy. Somewhere around 8:00 we decided to walk across the street to a pizza place. The restaurant is owned by a young family and the children all either play or help. There was a large group of reforestation workers who had called in a big order and were put in a back room. I haven't said much about the smoky air, but there are fires everywhere.

This is it for today. Long, hot, windy, and cranky. And that's just George.

Tomorrow, Carol and Medford, Oregon

Good night Burns, Oregon

Jenson

Friday, August 14, 2015

Wide Open Spaces

Day 12          

Traveling through different states on the back of a bike can lead to a spiritual experience. Riding through Wyoming today had that effect on me. It is hard to conceive of the vast open spaces when you live in a crowded, smog filled, noisy, city.   Each day we are see such raw beauty and extraordinary scenery one has to question the original plan. Today we road by the Grand Tetons. Actually, Grand Teton National Park is named for the tallest of the peaks, Grand Teton, in the range. Honestly, I don't know how the Earth was created, but special attention was given to these beautiful states. The mountain ranges, the desert, the rivers, all awe inspiring. California has its beaches, Yosemite, and Lake Tahoe, but those things also bring crowds. Wyoming is a magical place for riders. Little traffic and wonderfully scenic.







We stopped in a small town, Dubois, Wyoming, for a short break. What a great place! George and I decided we could live there, despite the cold, snow, and wind. It is also located in a beautiful valley and has benches in front of the stores. We could see ourselves sitting and people watching on one of those benches. Yea, Dubois....

Our next stop was Jackson, Wyoming. What a great town. Lots of tourists, lots of money, good restaurants, and great shopping. We stopped in the Cowboy Bar and hopped up on a saddle for a picture and a quick beer. I remember being there during our first trip to Sturgis. We got lost from the group, again, and had no idea where we were going. Ahh, memories.
George in Dubois

John in Dubois


Tetons





Lunch in Jackson

Arch of horns, Jackson






We finally got to Idaho Falls, Idaho and checked into our room. The last time we were here we stayed at a fabulous place that overlooked the Snake River. I could not locate it, so this time we stayed by the highway. There are a few important things I look for when making a reservation: free breakfast and a restaurant located within walking distance of the hotel.

Tomorrow we say adieu to John. He is heading down the road through Nevada to home. We are heading to Burns, Oregon and then onto Medford, Oregon.

Good night Idaho Falls.

Jenson




















Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Jackalope

Day 11    



John, George, and I took Dee to the airport in Rapid City this morning. Her absence has left a hole in our group. Dee is funny, sweet, scrappy, and loving. Experiencing this trip with her has been a blast. She left John in our care. Poor John.

I thought today would be a slow day for the blog because we riding from Rapid City to Casper, Wy and there would be no interesting stops or highlights. So I thought I would share a current conundrum. George is a big tipper. I like that about him. Except when he tipped Mr. Cabbie $7 for a 6 minute ride. And Mr. Cabbie was really odd. So a man who likes to tip never thinks about leaving a tip for the people who clean our hotel room. I mean it is a lousy job, cleaning up after us, and a tip is not out of the question. So, we stay for 4 nights in a Hampton Inn in Rapid City. We were gouged on the price because it was the Sturgis Rally. So our TV does not work properly. Day 1 I call and receive reassurance it will be fixed. It wasn't.  Day 2 on the way out for the day I once again told the desk clerk about the situation. He appeared to care. Nothing happened. George gets involved and tells them to get it fixed. Day 3 when we return the TV is fixed. Now the shower does not drain. I am told there is probably a hair clog. Now, George is bald and I don't have much to speak of....so whose hair is clogging the drain? YUK! And everyday when we get back our room is not that clean. The beds are straightened up, but there is no vacuuming, no new toilet paper, and no new liner in the ice bucket. I finally had to take the sheets off the beds and leave them on the floor as a broad hint about clean sheets. So, to tip or not to tip? Of course George said no. So, I didn't. I might write up a little something something for Yelp though.


I saw a sign as we drove by a town proclaiming Douglas, Wyoming as the home of the Jackalope. What?! Apparently a Jackalope is cross between a jack rabbit an an antelope. Imagine mating season.

The ride to Casper was hot, windy, and very rural. Acres of large rolled hay waiting to be transported, miles of desert, cows, small lakes, and lots of wildflowers. Always wildflowers. At one point we passed a small pond and three cows had waded into it up to their shoulders. Do cows swim? That is the kind of  question one ponders after hours on the road. Like, why am I so cold and yet those young things riding on the back of some dude's motorcycle are dressed in some teeny tank and shorts?  Yesterday I considered riding for a few  minutes without my helmet. Shortly after putting it on we were on the road and some large bug slammed against my visor. Today we were passed by a rider who appeared to be wearing either nothing, or shorts. You do get hit by flying objects at 80 MPH and it hurts!

We stopped in Glenrock to stretch one last time and get gas. On the way through town George got a bit confused and followed the car in front of him through a stop sign. Guess who was waiting at the other stop sign waiting to cross. Yes, a police officer.  George and the po-po. Of course George was gracious and readily admitted his guilt. Officer Steele was a nice young man and let us go without a ticket!

So, we finally arrived at our hotel. Just got back from a good dinner with John. We miss Dee. None of us ordered dessert tonight and George said if Dee were here she wouldn't have let us get away with that! It's true!

Tomorrow Idaho Falls, Idaho

Good night Casper
Jenson

Dee's (aka Doris) Best Day Ever

Day 10            

Sam, my son, called late this afternoon as I was doing laundry. He wanted to let me know the blog was not funny enough. And it was too short. And it seemed like I just "wasn't that into it." What can I say. Guilty on all counts. He said I should write more about disagreements between George and me, because apparently they are funny. George and I have reached the golden age of being either too tired to fight, or we can't remember why we were mad. It is also difficult to describe what we are doing day after day. How many ways can I say the ride was great, or the scenery was beautiful?

I was talking with my sister, telling her about the big Reggae On the River gathering in Eureka. I knew my niece had attended a few times. Karen said that her son, Chris, drove up to it in his truck with a friend. He did not want to pay to get in, no surprise there, so they camped illegally in some grove of trees. He started a fire in the back of his truck to cook dinner and a spark from the fire took off. Flames erupted and they had no way to put out the fire. Out of the smoke and gloom comes a white van. The passengers piled out with a fire extinguisher and put the flames out. (Without this help there would have been a big forest fire.) They took of into the night never to be seen again.  Maybe it was Sunbeam....

It is apparent that more women are riding their own bikes. In almost every big group there is one or two women on their own cycles. And they are on big bikes. I also think the significant rise in the use of three wheelers speaks to the aging of this population. Riders just want to ride.
George looking presidential



Models used to provide scale information 


Native American Dancer



We went on another wonderful ride today. Our first stop was Mt Rushmore. The last time George and I were here we were having "issues" and did not really take advantage of the memorial. Actually, we were traveling with a large group and we were not having a terrific time. So, this time we watched a film on Rushmore, watched a Native American woman do the 21 hoop dance (fabulous), had ice cream, and took millions of pictures. There is something about Mt Rushmore that stirs the heart. The memorial was created to remind future generations that the founding fathers believed in freedom and the equality of all men. Of course it is 2015 and we have yet to overcome racism. I was thinking back on the blogger who commented about the preponderance of white male riders. I think the bigger issue is would a person of color feel safe in SD?

Mt Rushmore, like the Panama Canal, is evidence of the wonders that were created without technology. Hard work, dedication, attention to detail overcame the challenges of dangerous work conditions, low pay, and difficulties with the mountain. The original design of the memorial by Gutzon Borglum was to have the presidents carved from head to waist. Due to economic issues the memorial was never completed.  Borglum was truly a genius. He utilized ancient methods to transfer information and measurements from the models to the mountain. Dynamite was used to complete over 90% of the figures.

George and I watched a Native American woman perform the 21 Hoop Dance. She was dazzling. The hoops are used to tell a story, and while we did not understand all of it, we appreciated the beauty of it. Afterwards we all spent time and money in the gift shop and ended our time at Mt Rushmore eating giant ice cream cones. Oh, while we were eating our cones there were two darling chipmunks. They are so small. I always thought they were bigger. Chip and Dale seemed much larger.
Wild Bison

John led us on a ride through Custer National Park. Unbelievable. The first part of the ride was all spires, columns, and needles. We went through a number of one lane tunnels carved through the rock. At one point we rode into a large circular area where we were enclosed by rock on all sides. At first glance there did not appear to be another exit, but it was another one lane tunnel invisible from some angles. This was really one of the most fabulous rides I have been on. If I were an artist I would return and attempt to transfer some of the beauty onto canvas. If I were a poet I would write a sonnet to it.








We stopped for lunch at a small lodge where Dee found the buffalo socks she wanted for her son, brother, and his girlfriend. She was delighted! We had lunch in the small cafe and George, Dee, and John ate buffalo bratwurst. UGH! I had a black bean burger. The young man who waited on us asked us about Sturgis and said he was unable to get there because it had been so busy. He said he was there for the summer trying to improve his English. He is from Turkey and graduated with a degree in Engineering. What a doll! And, some of you will appreciate this (Heidi, Debra), his English was beautiful.

The second part of the Custer National Park ride was the Wild Animal Loop. We saw two different groups of prong horned antelope. Then we happened upon the Begging Burros. The park has about 50 burros and they beg for food, therefore, they became known as the Begging Burros. People come with appropriate food to give them. We had nothing. The second burro we saw was a mama with a little baby burro. SOOOO cute!


Prong Horned Antelope



Begging Burros

So, we are going around a corner and notice the traffic has stopped on both sides of the road. And then we saw them! Hundreds of buffalo! Walking in the road, walking by the road, running up the hills. Big, beautiful, buffalo right in front of us! And they are huge. A group was surrounding a white car and they could not move. According to a sign, the buffalo are wild and not to be confronted. So, finally a few moved off from the car except for one big, huge, enormous fellow who stood on the road and was not going anywhere. He just stood there. Bikes would roar past him, and he did not flinch. By the way, the color red does not appear to excite the buffalo. That is a myth. Also, we don't have Buffalo in North America, we have Bison.





 Anyway, this experience made Dee's day. I thought she and the guys might be in danger as they had just eaten Bison sausage and I was sure the aroma of dead Bison would be considered in bad taste and cause some form of reaction.  But, although there was a lot of running, and you have never seen anything like a 2000 pound Bison running, the Bison eaters were safe. When Bison run they can get up to 35 MPH. The park has about 1500 Bison and once a year there is an auction and a few hundred of the herd are sold.
Beautiful wood bridges



We ran into a little rain in the park, but made it back to the hotel in good shape. What a day! We decided to celebrate and eat at the Longhorn Steak House. George told us it was a 15 minute walk and he knew a shortcut. Now, tonight is Dee's last night with us and we wanted everything to be wonderful. Walking through weeds, thorns, and trash in thongs (Dee and John) was pretty funny. And it wasn't even a short cut! But, we eventually made it to the restaurant and had a delightful dinner followed by a long, laughter filled walk back!

What a day. Memories were made today that will never be forgotten.

Tomorrow, Casper, Wyoming

Good night Rapid City
Jenson