cont. Sunday 4th June - barn/storming... (277 miles) Having witnessed dozens of weary trail-riders bobbing around in the hot spring pool like a herd of hippos [that is not casting aspersions on anyone's size you understand] that previous evening, I got up just after 5am (thanks to my easterly facing tent door) and snuck a hot shower [in one of only two stalls] before the hordes awoke for their inevitable beer-addled slumber... All-inclusive on-site catering meant that cooking was not required over the weekend, although my new Jet-Boil Zip (the smallest version) was employed with some regularity to ensure a steady influx of high-octaine caffeine should I find myself flagging. Booth Juan and I were too far north to consider getting home by the end of that evening (it was a solid two days back to San Jose for me, unless you were prepared to slab down the interstate, which I wasn't), so we picked a suitable mid-point as an overnight destination, and set up winding our way back through the south-eastern Oregon desert. photo. The [Pete] French Round Barn is a local landmark just south of Crane on the edge of the Malheur Wildlife Refuge... it has an interesting history... for more info see Juan's video: photo. swallow nests inside the roof. photo. wonderfully preserved and [mildly] restored. photo. with a picture window like that it would make a nice house if it wasn't an historic landmark ;o) Having had to retrace our tracks after a 'shortcut' across the desert petered out in a rocky gully that may or may not have physically been a through route (despite Garmin's protestations to the contrary!), we also stopped briefly in the small town of Frenchglen [named after Pete French and his financial backer Glenn] at the historic hotel for coffee and pie... Heading diagonally across south east Oregon towards Lakeview, would mean crossing the high desert through the Hart Mountain National Antelope Refuge, which despite the wind and a handful of heavy downpours, did nothing to dampen our spirits when rewarded with views like this: Once at lower elevation, it warmed up considerably - prompting us to pause and remove a few layers, and take the opportunity to refuel our bikes and ourselves at the general store in Plush (more burgers, I am ashamed...) We then elected to head straight for Lakeview, endeavouring to pick up the TAT route again for the final few miles into town: photo. Juan pausing to take in the view (we all know what he's doing ;o) More restorative coffee and pie (a theme of this day in particular I admit) at Jerry's restaurant in Lakeview saw us ready for what was likely to be a last dirt sojorn this particular trip - a fast blast through the Modoc National Forest west of Goose Lake, and the perfect terrain for the CB500X's to stretch their dirt legs again... cont.