Yesterday started with, what else, rain. After breakfast we climbed for the first 13 miles, which means for about an hour and 45 minutes we climbed, from 1,250 feet to 4,000 feet, and at the top, it was 42 degrees, but it was GREAT. Naturally, what goes up, must come down, so we had a 5 mile downhill, at the bottom of which, the sun came out and there was Mount Hood. Two things, First, riding in the East, there are NO SUCH THINGS at 13 mile climbs, Second, Mount Hood, and the rest of the Cascades, are unlike any East Coast Mountains that I have seen, they are visible for hundreds of miles, as today’s photos show.
Later in the day, as we were riding through pine forests, we made a turn, and almost instantly moved into the high desert. It is filled with Sage Brush, Scrub Pine, and not much else. We also were riding through a Native American Reservation, and wild horses were running everywhere-see yesterday’s photos. Between the horses and the landscape it was like we were on the set of an old western movie.
Today’s ride was more of the high desert with the Cascades looming in the distance, simply magnificent!
Tomorrow is the toughest day so far, 117 miles with 5,000 feet of climbing, early start.