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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by Bat7, Jun 8, 2021.
Mick- thank you for taking us along.
Great trip and ride report.
Superb story! Been on those roads myself.
June 29: no ride today, but I did go for a long walk along the Vancouver side of the Columbia River.
As I was walking along I saw a sign for Fort Vancouver only a mile away, so decided a history tour was in order.
Archway on path leading to fort.
Exterior of Hudson Bay Company Fort Vancouver.
Home of Dr. John McLoughlin, chief factor of the Hudson Bay Company, whose decision to allow American settlers to settle in the area was a part of the history that ultimately resulted in the creation of the states of Washington and Oregon.
What started as a short walk ended up being a hike of a few miles.
June 30: a short ride today across the river to my brother's house where we celebrated his last day of work.
July 1: no ride today. Went for a hike at the Tualitin River Wildlife Refuge.
I am glad I didn't meet this guy on the highway.
Great blue heroin near the trail.
July 2: another day of no riding. Went for a hike with my brother and sister-in-law at the Jackson Bottom Wetland Preserve.
Great blue heron.
Juvenile osprey squawking for his next meal.
After the hike we went to a winery for some wine tasting.
At the winery.
July3: Portland to Aberdeen Washington. Relatively cool day for an easy going ride via US30 and 101. Some up and down twisting, although fairly mild compared to the California coast.
Port of Longview, Washington, as seen from Oregon side of the Columbia River.
On US101 just after crossing the Columbia River from Astoria, Oregon, on the just over 4 mile long Astoria-Megler Bridge in the background, which is the longest bridge of its type in North America. The far end of the bridge is almost visible in the far background.
July 4: no ride today, just enjoying the 4th with extended family at my nephew's house in Aberdeen.
July 5: Aberdeen to Mount Vernon, Washington. Most of the ride was on either a four lane highway or the interstate. I5/405 from Olympia to Everett was rather converters, with stop and go at times. From Everett to Mount Vernon was easy going, if somewhat boring.
I did come across an interesting display at a rest stop.
What is left of a giant red cedar from a bygone era. The size of the stump approaches the size of the grandfather redwood in California. My stepfather felled red cedar for my maternal grandfather's logging outfit in the North Cascades back in the late 40's and 50's, although none were this size. Watching loggers at work was enough to convince me that I would prefer another type of work when I grew up. I did get some experience loading cedar shake blanks at an age that I suspect would not be allowed these days.
Did very similar trip at 17 right out of high school in 1970, 4 corners, 13,548 miles.
Hoped to recreate buy no can do. I did ride a 883 l Sportster 3 hrs east of Chicago to Dana Point Ca, 2600 miles.
a lot on Route 66 as you did. I did it a yr and 3 months ago May 1st and everything was shut.
Have same pic at halfway point, bike was in middle of the street for 1/2 hr, not one car.
Here’s hoping you have happy riding on any more of this and any other adventures.
Memory lane is always a fun one!
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I'm curious about this. What was it about logging type of work that wasn't appealing? I could guess, but I don't want to assume.
Hot and dangerous. It was not unusual for loggers in Marblemount to be missing a digit or two. I spent the summer of 1974 on a US Forest Service wildfire crew based in Potlatch Idaho, which further convinced me I was not cut out for forestry work.
That makes a lot of sense. I'm realizing how little i know about the work and how dangerous it is. Today I learned....
July 6: MT Vernon to Winthrop WA via North Cascades Highway, which is my favorite ride. I lucked out and had what for me is near perfect weather: temps in the 60''s and 70's until I crested Washington Pass at a little over 5400 feet and dropped into the Method Valley where temps jumped up to the 90's. I stopped at a number of familiar places.
I only went a few miles before stopping at the Green hills Memorial Cemetery in Burlington, Washington, where many members of my mother's extended family are buried. The memorial marker above is for my three younger sisters, who passed away far too soon.
My great grandfather "Clint" Morgan and his second wife. He was the son of a Confederate veteran. His first wife Maude Ellen Franklin (my great grandmother) was the daughter of a Federal veteran. At the time of he Civil War my mother's paternal extends family was mostly located in SW Virginia and SE Kentucky, which was sharply divided between Unionists, Confederates and those who simply wanted no part of the conflict.
We honored my mother's final wish to have her ashes buried with her favorite brother. He dived into an ice cold Day Creek to cool off after a hot, sweaty day logging. Opinions differ on whether his untimely death was from drowning or a heart attack.
My next stop was the Wild wood Chapel, about 2 miles downriver from Marblemount.
The longtime pastor was Jim Larson, who was also the pastor of the smaller of the two churches two miles upriver in Marblemount. He was hired by the superintendant of that church, my maternal grandmother Selma Marie (Anderson) Morgan. One of his first duties was the funeral for my maternal grandfather Walter Melvin Morgan. He came out of retirement for my mother's funeral. The three room schoolhouse where I went for grades 1 to 6 was across the street from the church, but was torn down many years ago. In those times we weren't far removed from pioneer days, so we used an outhouse at the school until I was in the third grade. Very few families had indoor toilets so the teachers had to show us how the porcelain fixtures worked.
Then it was on to the Mondo cafe in Marblemount for an elkburger. With no services available before Winthrop, I also topped off my gas tank.
I then continued up the Skagit River.
The grass near the road shows how dry the forest is.
My next stop was Nehalem, a company town for the workers on the three Skagit River dams that provide Seattle with much of its electricity. The hillside above the town shows the effects of a wildfire. As dry as the area is, there is a burn ban in effect in the hope of avoiding any human caused wildfire. One thing I learned when working for the Forest Service is that there is not much you can do to prevent fires caused by lightning strikes. All you can do is try to contain them as quickly as possible.
Continuing upriver I stopped at a dam overlook for a few pictures.
You are certainly having a wonderful trip.
Thanks for sharing your ride! Enjoying it very much!
Selfie at dam overlook.
Once I crossed from the wet side to the dry side, the scenery changed dramatically. The trees are next to the Methow River. Away from the river there's not much green. This is in Winthrop.
July 7: Winthrop to Moscow Idaho. Ironically, my first full day on the dry side started with a little rain. Fortunately, it was cool enough that putting on my rain gear was not a problem. By the time I reached the Grand Coulee Dam and stopped for some morning coffee the threat of further rain had passed. Then, when I stopped for a blackberry milk shake in Sprague, it was time to soak my cooling vest for the final leg into Moscow.
Today was mostly farm/ranch roads with very little traffic. Many stretches of miles and miles with no other vehicles in either direction.
When I arrived in Moscow I visited the University of Idaho law school from which I graduated in 1975. The reason I got my undergraduate degree in three years was so I would have my final year of GI Bill eligibility for my first year of law school.
The law school building hasn't changed much after all these years.