Sharon and I finally get everything together and get out of
Portland sometime in the early afternoon on Saturday. We then head back north on I-5 to Kelso, and Sharon visited
the Kelso historical society museum while I reassembled the bike and
reorganized the camper so that it was again useable.
Once the bike was back together in functional order, we
headed off. Kelso is awfully
spread out for a town of its population, and it seemed like it took forever to
get out of town (heading west on WA 4).
The bike route in Kelso is actually on the sidewalks, so a couple of
times I had to get the attention of a group of teenaged males, so that I could
pass by them. Each time, I heard
one of them say “that is a really cool bike” – I appreciated that.
Once I finally got out of Kelso, I saw this sign:
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| Makes me think of Jeanne |
the sign made me think of Jeanne, because she used to live
in Long Beach, WA. In fact, her
beloved Woof, Gussie, is buried in the dunes there. I remember Gussie – she was such a sweet animal. Ah well, I digress, and besides I make
myself sniffle and tear up…so back to the ride.
Much of the ride was right next to the Columbia river, which
provided some fun viewing – the river scenes themselves are attractive, but
sometimes other things caugh my attention or amused me along the way, for
example – the tower (in the river) which had been taken over by eagles (I
think).
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| The tower that's been taken over by eagles |
The nest was quite impressive
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| The Nest |
I rode through “historic” Stella
on a road which was often carved out of the bluff
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| The road was carved out of the bluff |
Because of the late start, I didn’t get very far. We ended up camping in county line
park, our least expnsive campsite, which appears to mainly be a fishing
camp. We got one of the last sites
(an RV site).
Actually, for tent camping, I would actually stay there again, squeezed between the road and the water.
Statistics:
Distance: 16.6 miles
Average Speed: 6.9 mph
Top speed: 33.6 mph
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