Monday came much too soon and Bobskoot was waiting for us in the parking lot of our hotel. The temperature had dropped overnight and the clouds were threatening our ride. Fortunately once we gassed up and headed north we left the clouds behind. We also caught up to Richard for a few moments before he disappeared from sight... and Bob calls me a spirited rider.
We mapped out our route the night before, considering Ukiah, 395 to Kimberly and Spray but thought better of it and save that for another weekend. We made it to La Grande and I-84 back down to Baker City instead.
We found the Bakery we were in search of Saturday but discovered this most confusing sign in the window.
|If only there were named days of the week.|
"We will be closed Monday, July 23rd" would have been much more effective.
We had our own private little parade of antique cars down main street.
And caught up to them on the road to the Sumpter Valley Railroad, they were only doing a top speed of 40 mph so they were easy enough to pass. They were most congenial and we both waved at each other as we passed.
We stopped for gas and a bite to eat in John Day then it was back on the road. I remembered an overlook we passed Friday and since we were making good time I decided to stop for some photos.
|Look over here!|
|No, look over here!|
|Pulled in too many directions...|
|She's so patient...|
|Time to leave and get back on the road|
|A quick roadside stop at a shoe tree.|
We made excellent time into Prineville but I should have remembered the heavy traffic between Prineville and Redmond on Friday. Congested areas usually warrant a police presence and Monday was no exception. Thank you for the brake light flash from your car Mr. Trooper, your message was received loud and clear.
We stopped once more in Redmond for fuel, found a Starbucks for something cold and caffeinated then said our goodbyes to Bobskoot. He was on his own from here on out and I offered him my stuffed Tiger as a teddy bear but as he sniffled, he wiped away a tear, pulled himself up by the boot straps and bravely declined the offer. He was off to REI for a Monarch chair and to find a precious Wi-Fi hotspot for the night.
|We left Bob in Redmond to deal with his leaking bike ;)|
The worst part of the trip was the 25 miles from Sisters to the Santiam Junction. I absolutely hate this section of road as everyone is in a damn hurry, yes even more than me, and if there is anyplace for more police presence it has to be here yet not a one to be found. I swear it was Sunday, this certainly wasn't weekday traffic. I watched in disbelief in my rearview mirror as a car passed Brandy sharing her lane, putting her between him and a concrete guardrail in a righthand sweeper. She handled it very well and fortunately I kept my cool and didn't put my boot into his door as he went by me. From then on I just pulled over and let cars go by us, it wasn't worth the fight.
The wind picked up as we made it into Sweet Home and it buffeted us from the north as we traveled across the valley floor. We thought of your battle with the wind Roland and thankfully we made it home safe and sound.
Thank you again to everyone who made it out to the iMBC of 2012 and I look forward to the next one in 2014.