Day 2 in the Hood River, Ore., area presented delightful weather and the opportunity to ride a bit further. Bob fashioned a route notable both for its beauty and the front-loading of its climbing: 3,100 feet in the first 29 miles. Would it ever end?!
But first we rode from Mosier to Hood River for breakfast.
Dana hits the road.
Bob explains the area’s geography during a brief break.
Locking the bicycles.
Who can resist
Carbo- and caffeine-loading
Discussing the rest of the ride.
Bob and Dana ready to ride after breakfast.
Then we rode toward Mt Hood.
Horsies! We always stop for Horsies!
Horses, ducks, old cars and vistas.
Tim and Bob making faces for unkown reasons.
The longer view.
The nice horsey came over to visit, and looked expectant …
… so we treated her to a Clif bar.
Kinda chewy, We started to get concerned.
Next time we’ll bring carrots.
Paula fleeing, afraid she’d choked the horsey.
Tim admires Horsey’s braids
He once had long hair just like this.
Detail shot of Horsey’s braids.
We stopped for “water” at the Saw Tooth Roadhouse.
Paula got a flat, and the ensuing stop enabled her to find what we fondly called the Key To The City. It’s a very nice piece and we may try to embed some tile or turquoise into it.
Then onward to Parkdale for lunch. This turned out to be a great scene with a big gathering of fellow cyclists, and a wonderful venue. We’ll definitely want to return.
The remainder of the ride went predominantly down hill and we simply motored back to Hood River, where beer and food awaited.
We can’t seem to get enough of Whidbey Island, so we headed back on Labor Day for a little 68-mile jaunt (5,600 feet of elevation gain, give or take). This time we joined our friends Bob and John, and along the way picked up new friends Paul and Ken and, for awhile, the amazing Scott.
Several stretches made for some terrifically fun pacelining, and the climbs and wide-open descents were a blast too. And of course, the Whidbey scenery.
Scenery at the start of the ride.
Riders gather at the start.
Ride leader Alexa, far left, gives some pre-ride instructions.
More of the group.
Paul, far right, joined our group partway through.
Bob, John, Paul and Ken
John and Bob
Hey, it’s hard to shoot backwards while riding.
John hams it up
John and Bob again
Paul, Ken and Timothy
Great paceline, guys!
And from the side.
Long and unwinding road.
More shadows, winding down the ride.
We were delighted when Bob happened upon the Timbuktu Java Bar & Gallery in Freeland — featuring a nicely attired stuffed giraffe, terrific proprietors, the ultimate in smoothie lusciousness, and a just-right chicken-and-rice concoction.
Ken, Tim and Berry Berry Smoothies
John, Paul and not-Ringo.
This place is a delight. We will make it a destination in the future.
Proprietor of Timbuktu, and his great chicken dish.
And serving as a true inspiration was Scott, a relatively new rider who dropped from 260 pounds to 170 since January by eating well and exercising.
Scott kept his old driver’s license as a “souvenir.”
The NEW Scott.
Scott on the road.
Of course, any time you get to go home via ferry, it’s a very good day indeed.