The problem with writing the blog at the end of the day is that it is the end of the day. I am beat and the idea of writing all of my thoughts down exhausts me. So I usually leave out parts and pieces of that days ride. Or like this morning at Mike and Jo-Ann's I was hurrying and I think I did not fully explain what the Yosemite field trip and our motorcycle trip have in common. Obviously hiking and biking require simplification of what items are really important enough to either carry or bump another item. (For example, I recently noticed that I am growing a rather nasty black mustache on the right side of my lip. Now the choice becomes, does a bad biker chick care? or does she make room for tweezers?) On the field trip we had a group leader who held us in the palm of his hand with his stories and his water purifier. On this ride there is the Driver and the Passenger. The Driver may make an error in judgement and think that just because he drives the beast, he is the leader. (Of course the Passenger may have helped him with that mistaken impression by washing his 6 week 17 Countries underwear by hand one night.) So we are both learning how to travel, democratically, on the bike.
Yesterday we saw the most amazing Green Tree Farm. It is a tree farm for pulp. The trees are harvested in sections and you can tell when that section is replanted as there is a plaque with the year that particular section is new. So this enormous area of trees goes on forever with trees of varying sizes. Cool.
The terrain in Eastern Washington is certainly different then the lush and green we enjoyed in Oregon. However, the farmlands went on forever. It felt like we were in the middle of this beautiful prairie. There were fruit orchards, hops, pears, apples, and wheat. Washington is just so big. As we rode I wondered how a person new to California experienced it. Would they be as awed as we are? Mike and Jo-Ann recommended we stop by Leavenworth, a Bavarian town, on the way to Edmonds. By the time we reached this very sweet little town we were so hot and tired that we decided to enjoy the town and spend the night. So I am writing from a sweet little place called Leavenworth Village Inn. And I am watching a rerun of NCIS, drinking Diet Pepsi and eating chips and salsa. Life really does not get much better.
Yesterday we saw the most amazing Green Tree Farm. It is a tree farm for pulp. The trees are harvested in sections and you can tell when that section is replanted as there is a plaque with the year that particular section is new. So this enormous area of trees goes on forever with trees of varying sizes. Cool.
The terrain in Eastern Washington is certainly different then the lush and green we enjoyed in Oregon. However, the farmlands went on forever. It felt like we were in the middle of this beautiful prairie. There were fruit orchards, hops, pears, apples, and wheat. Washington is just so big. As we rode I wondered how a person new to California experienced it. Would they be as awed as we are? Mike and Jo-Ann recommended we stop by Leavenworth, a Bavarian town, on the way to Edmonds. By the time we reached this very sweet little town we were so hot and tired that we decided to enjoy the town and spend the night. So I am writing from a sweet little place called Leavenworth Village Inn. And I am watching a rerun of NCIS, drinking Diet Pepsi and eating chips and salsa. Life really does not get much better.
When you get back I will drink Diet pepsi with you. And have chips and salsa of course. Miss ya! xoxo Roses
ReplyDeleteThrilled you are in such a great place. We all know who the real leader is.
ReplyDeleteFrances
you are so adorable!
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