Piper likes to go on rides and he tries to herd other riders, according to his owner.
He also likes to play at rest stops.
And Timothy is happy to oblige.
Piper, on a ride.
This guy and his dog were a fixture along the STP route. We encountered them several times. One of many cool sights along the way. The unicycle guy was another; too bad we got no photos of him.
Paula’s rear derailleur cable breaks for the second time in four months, third time in a year. Mile 67.
Conveniently, this happened just a mile from a rest stop and mechanics from Montlake Bikes.
Ben discovers that the shifter is the culprit, on a mission to destroy RD cables.
Great News: He has an extra friction shifter on hand. Life is great!
This made it possible to finish the ride.
The STP ride was going really well — until Paula’s rear derailleur cable broke at Mile 67 — for the second time in just few months.
Fortunately, Ben from the Montlake Bike Shop in Seattle was working his magic at a rest stop just a mile down the road. And he came up with an ingenious solution that made it possible for Paula to keep riding not only the first day, but all of the second.
This story is to be continued … stay tuned.
Out of Seattle, into the open countryside.
Mount Rainier looms in the distance.
Not a bad place to have a farm.
A colorful sight indeed.
What lovely roads.
Riding was easy in all this beauty.
A perfect day.
Some of us could have used a break like this.
There were some great outfits.
Still more beauty.
See separate post for more on Piper The Dog.
Another irresistible bridge.
Shooting while riding is much easier while climbing.
Approaching the bridge between Longview, Wash., and Rainier, Ore.
Crossing Into Oregon!
Down the bend in our first pedal strokes in Oregon.
Just a few miles to go, heading over the Willamette River in Portland.
As seen by bus heading out of Portland.
As seen by bus en route back to Seattle.
Cascade Bicycle Club‘s annual STP – Seattle to Portland – ride was a 204-mile celebration of great roads and great people.
There were the highly fit though possibly insane types who did the ride in one day, the highly fit types who more reasonably stretched it out over two days, the reasonably fit types who did the ride in two days and took a lot of pictures along the way (that would be us), the getting fitter types for whom something like this was once an unimaginable accomplishment … and all sorts of others.
Seeing all the varieties of riders out on the road, and sharing the camaraderie, was one of the truly great things. So was the scenery.