Mrs. G and I moved back to Oregon in late February, after about 15 months in the Denver area. She was able to spend a lot of time with her 88 year old mother and we are grateful that. We don’t know when we will be able to get back there.
But we are happy to be back in Oregon. Our new home is in Silverton, a town of about 10,000 people about 45 miles southeast of Portland, in the fertile Willamette Valley.
For various reasons, we haven’t been on the bikes since October or November. It’s shameful and surprising. But the stretch of beautiful spring weather and recent cycling exploits of Scooter, Rocky and several other Cycle 365 members inspired us to get off our arses and in the saddle.
Speaking of the Andersons, they designed and sent the route to me, and its a good one. At 22 miles, it’s somewhat short of Rocky’s 42 mile daily minimum ride, but if you take the 22, multiply by 2 since two of us rode, that adds to 44 miles, in which case we outdid her. Can’t argue with math. The route entailed about 1650 feet of climbing, which is more than we have done since our bike tour in 2018, Undaunted Porridge. Colorado is plenty hilly (you may have heard of the Rockies) but much of the riding east of the mountains is relatively flat. So we became soft and lazy I guess. But no more! Oregon is lumpy, so if we want to ride, it’ll involve hills.
Because Silverton is small, we were out of town in about 10 minutes. The major climb started right away, as we followed the loop counter-clockwise. Traffic was light and drivers were courteous the whole way. It was mid 60s and mild winds. Somehow the evil weather gods didn’t get the message that we were riding, because they often throw wind, thunderstorms, heat and the occasional tornado at us for good measure. The weather gods can be real, um, jerks. But maybe they finally wore themselves out this past winter persecuting our friends Bruce and Andrea in Burma. In any event, while the the weather gods were snoozing, menacing microorganisms have filled the void, wreaking havoc and mayhem.
And to throw an entry into the ring, my song was The Waiting. We're all waiting for the day when we can see our families and friends again. And while we wait, we might as well ride our bikes. This version with Eddie Vedder accompanying the great Tom Petty is particularly amazing. Oh baby don't it feel like heaven right now Don't it feel like something from a dream...