A day of adventure:
It's Saturday at 8am when the alarm goes off and the coffee pot switch is flipped on. Within minutes the room is filled with the inviting aroma of Loam Coffee. The weather this fall has been nothing short of stunning and there isn't enough snow for skiing just yet, soooo we should probably go for a bike ride. We load up the truck for a routine trip out to Hood River (from Portland) to get a nice big day of riding in. It was about half way into our journey when I reached for some pre-ride snacks and realized that we had left our cooler smack dab in the middle of the kitchen. EPIC FAIL! Plan B, and not the worst plan b, meant stopping at the White Salmon Bakery to pick up a fresh loaf of sourdough bread and two pear almond coffee cakes to go. Arriving a few minutes late, we loaded our fanny packs with waters, Skratchlabs, dog snacks, and an extra coffee with Cofo collagen mix I had made special for our halfway point refueling treat.
Off we went! Up and out through the beautifully changing fall forest we went, under a blameless blue sky with the Columbia river lazily stretching out below us. Over several hours we made our way along a perfect ribbon of dirt, a mostly gradual ascent punctuated with a few "punch you in the face" inclines, that slithered along below towering basalt cliffs and eventually led to a spot locally referred to as "the bench" that overlooked a spectacular view of the entire Hood River valley, Mt. Hood and Mt. Defiance.
As soon as we stopped, I looked over to see a tiny wood bench, big enough for 1.5 - 2 butts. That was it, the bench. Romantic, cute, and secluded with the best view of the Valley the Washington side has to offer. We talked about how beautiful the ride up was, what everyone had for snacks, and the jealousy around the fact that I had hauled up a mug full of hot coffee. It was worth every ounce. We quickly realized that the fall chill, while perfect for riding, was beginning to bring a bit of a chill to our sweat soaked bodies. We took that as a sign to begin the journey back and it was about half way down that we all heard the threatening roll of thunder... or was it a train? Helicopter? There wasn't any rain in the forecast and we were not exactly prepared for a downpour, but it is the PNW after-all and lo and behold, five minutes later, we had sprinkles, then a few more, then pea sized hail. Not far from the parking lot we slipped and slid our way through the wet leaves and pine needles laughing about it and reveling in the joy that comes from a big day outside. It was a day filled with new friendships and amazing company, amazing fall riding, and the best apre at Pfriem Family Brewery that we could ask for!
Leave a comment
Comments will be approved before showing up.