Friday afternoon after a half day of work, we took off on our Surly's from my front door. Fully expecting to be thoroughly soaked, we were pleasantly surprised by moody and dramatic clouds.
Friday’s ride was anything but flat and the beloved Bull Run roads are an entirely different story while loaded up. Fall’s beauty is an exceptional distraction.
Christmas tree farms, approaching Mount Hood.
Arrived in our cabin in the dark, and woke up to this peaceful porch.
Lolo Pass was stunning.
Lolo Pass topped out at a Pacific Crest Trail intersection, and we rode NF18 to connect with Lost Lake Road. Miles of gravel, followed by the most gorgeous road I’ve ridden on.
Mount Hood and all of its beaming glory. This was moments before getting chased by a few small dogs, bearing their teeth. One actually bit my ankle and I felt anger towards all dogs for approximately one hour.
Beer-distillery-fancy bar-sushi-ice cream cone celebration commenced. With Hot tub and hot shower intermission.
A rain storm blew in and ate up Sunday’s 73 and sunny forecast. The 75 miles back to Portland seemed less than ideal, and we were fortunate to wind up with a car. Blessing in disguise? Our Rowena ride was infinitely more exciting than the westward route I’d done plenty of times. Plus, a leisurely morning and classic diner breakfast.