My woman said, "Hey Pedro, you're actin' crazy like a clown." Nobody feels like workin' Panama Red is back in town. New Rider's of the Purple Sage Woke up this morning to hear that The Lion of the Senate had died overnight. Since I was in no rush this morning, I hung out and watched a little TV, had some complimentary muffins & coffee and at 9:01 started the 640 and rode across the street and got myself a little Pacific Pride. Hugh is a character – reminded me of a Johnny Cash/Merle Haggard hybrid. Ends up that he owns The Oregon Hotel where I stayed. I think he shuts the station down early in order to fill the hotel up. He asked if I had stayed in the John Wayne room! I cut as straight a line as possible heading North – doing a real mix of gravel and pavement today. I really like how patriotic Americans can be – definitely not afraid to show the colors. I was wondering if this cowboy came up with this name in honor of his wife… The further North I headed, the less lucky I became. I had no real plan and was just scrolling out the GPS to see where a particular road ended…if it looked like it was the right direction I’d follow it. I liked the look of this sign. The road was well groomed, it headed North. What could go wrong? 40km’s into it, I hit this with the only alternative being to head South. I backtracked out to the pavement where I had turned in. If I had a gun, I'd have shot the sign too. 15km’s later, I came to another road that looked promising on the GPS. Alas, I was denied here as well. This was getting discouraging. No other States had I run across so many private roads – especially one’s with locks. Decided to ride the hardpack for awhile – all the backtracking was killing me! You can just see small portions of the pavement in this shot – it was very nice riding. You’d think I have a thing with tractors with some of the pictures I take! I don’t really although the color scheme on this one made me think of my 640 – orange with red hubs. I can hunt but I cannot ride. Basic navigation in this neck of the woods – head North as far as I could go, then head West, repeat. Beautiful fields of wheat, much of what had just been mowed down by the combines. I was really surprised by the Northern part of Oregon – I had no idea that these rolling hills were so pervasive. This could be the Canadian Prairies. The Oregon Trail. I think I may have crossed this somewhere earlier in this trip…or was that the California Trail? 30,000km on the 640 in just over two years. This bike has been a gem – not one problem since the day I picked it up at the dealership. I think I may keep it for a little longer. Crossing into the tenth and final state of this trip. It is interesting for me to cross the Columbia River as I live on the same piece of water except a 1000km’s away, or so. The gratuitous bike shot. The fire had raged through this area and was actually still burning beside the road in some areas. Road signs were down everywhere. Anything that could burn or melt had. I ended up in another motel room tonight. I had gotten hooked on the news of Kennedy’s death this morning when I had time to kill and was interested in seeing what America was thinking and how it was feeling. I watched Olbermann. I watched Fox. I watched CNN. Then I went back to Olbermann. But not before I drank some Bud.