May 29, 2017

I left Troutdale this morning under the cover of fog.  That was sort of disappointing since I knew I would miss out on some of the most scenic views on the entire trip.  As I climbed I realized that I was getting pretty wet.  By the time I go to the top I was wet and cold.  Adam and Jarrod had purchased and amazing rain coat for me, which saved my day.  As soon as I put it on I started warming up. 
The Oregon Historic Highway is a narrow two lane road with switchbacks every several hundred feet.  As I coasted down the other side I soon ran into some amazing waterfalls.  Maltnomah Falls in amazing.

Most of the day was spent on OHH, bike trails and frontage roads. I did need to ride on interstate 84.  It is interesting riding on the interstate with cars and trucks flying by you only eight feet away. 
I arrived at Hood Rover just in time this afternoon.  It was nearly 80 degrees and the wind was picking up.  Late this afternoon the winds were gusting 30-35 miles an hour. 

Tomorrow I will ride to Biggs.  The winds are to be high again tomorrow.  Should be interesting. 

Good to be alive!





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  2. UnknownMay 30, 2017 at 6:44 AM

    Beautiful scenery. Praying that your ride is all you've dreamed it would be. Be safe....Dale

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