First place he takes me is to Mt. St. Helens. Unbelievable that a) the whole top of this huge mountain blew off 30 years ago, and b) that I am actually seeing SNOW. Oh yeah, it's still smoking, too. SteveO took waaaay too many pics of me (figured he'd break his camera for sure) and video, but I got a few on my iPhone.
I grabbed a fir tree cone to take home to my Daughter..
At the top we shot pic and video of each other
What a Southern boy like me didn't know, is that Washington (I assumed it was all forests and mountains), once you get over to the east of the mountains, has quite a bit of farm/orchard land that looks flat like Kansas (except with moutains in the background); vast mesas with agriculture and cattle, great roads with big sweepers and tight corners clearly marked, some blind and some not with big dropoff's on the sides. The roads are all made of asphault from volcanic rock; the grip is awesome but it eats the daylights out of tires (in 1600 miles that brand new set of tires were pretty much done). Where the heck I am I have no clue, but it sure was a sight to behold.
We spent the first night enroute to our final destination in a hotel. and after another latte (SteveO would die without his coffee!) we head out again. Ended up down by the Columbia River somewhere to meet up with Mark (MJN) and a bunch of other riders. The Columbia River is WIDE (7 miles in one place) and runs fast and apparently is the home to a lot of water sports. We'd go around one turn, and there'd be wind surfers; around the next corner there'd be wing surfers...A mulitude of sports (water/motor/climbing) all in one place. The temps are a relief and a break from TN heat/humidity.
We ride down to some town, and meet up with Mark and his crew. After the proper introductions, we head out again into OR. It's much dryer here and hotter, but the views are awesome. There are miles of roads, sometimes flat with 5 mile or more straightaways that you can see all the way thru (if you every wanted to make the 200mph club, this could be the place)
Canyons with big twistys or sharp ones, all clearly marked. I guess I should mention now that ALL these guys can flat out ride me into the ground...just call me 'pokey' I could not keep up.