I know that this was a bridge that went somewhere in years past because it is a public road. Now it goes to one house.
This drive in was in the middle of nowhere. It is open for business.
This wooden trestle bridge was built in 1908 and used for 80 years
The little platforms built out from the tracks are a puzzle. I asked my donut eating friends and some thought they were for workers, some thought they were for hanging scaffolds used for maintenance and some thought they were for walkers that got caught on the bridge when a train came by. Ideas?
Metal one built at the same time, only taller and wider.
If you own a boat repair shop in white water country, you're going to get a lot of non repairable aluminum canoes brought in for repairs. An artistic owner builds an aluminum wave with those left at the shop.
First year T-bird in WalMart parking lot. Clarkston Washington.
I'm having a memory problem. It seems very selective. I can't look at a map and remember more than one turn I'm supposed to turn on. Once I ride it, most of the time I can remember the last five or six turns and lots of things that I saw along the route. I rode into Clarkston, WA and headed to Walmart. I knew how to get there without having any memory of ever being there, or even being in Clarkston since 2020. After buying some supplies, I used my phone to find a motel and also used it to give me directions. I didn't see anything familiar along the route. When I pulled into the parking lot, I realized I had been there before, but couldn't remember when. When I checked in with the clerk, he asked if I wanted to use the same credit card I used last month. When I got to my room, I checked my log book and I had notes about the motel. Things are getting wierd in my world and I'm having fun with it.
Highway 3 in Oregon and Highway 129 in Washington.
I met two unusual Harley riders at one of the turnouts along Highway 3. Every year, they go on a two month ride together. Their bikes attest to the fact that they ride dirt roads, even pulling trailers.
One quit his job to go on a ride.
Both pulled trailers.
Dispersed camping in some areas require the camper to have a shovel and water if building a campfire. Note chainsaw in the upper right and chainsaw gas in the container.
At one time, there was a single large tree in the bottom of this valley. For years it had been used as a landmark by travelers. Somebody thought it would be a good idea to chop it down in 1843.
Painting rocks in the Pacific NW must be a hobby.
This monument marks the Oregon trail.
I got a motel in Richland, Oregon because I got lost and went down 30 miles of dirt road. All the land was private, so nowhere to camp and it was getting late The next morning I decided to try to ride Highway 73 that had been blocked by snow the month before.
The Oregonians would have lost the battle at Goliad.
A couple at a scenic turnout told me I should hike to some alpine lakes. They didn't realize that I could ride the road that they had hiked.
My hike was much shorter than their hike.
I immediately knew I was in for a treat. Snow in July.
Even the trail was pretty.
First lake. Worth the hike
Back on the bike, I continued on a dirt road that was smoother than the road I came in on, but it led to a well used campsite on top of a mountain.
I encountered the same sign I had encountered a month ago, but on the opposite side of the mountain. I decided to ignore this one also. The road was open this time and was a wonderful motorcycle road. Butler maps said gold and I agree. highway 73 west of Baker City, OR.
I stopped for a snack and saw this beaver out during daytime.
Fourth of July parade in small town, America coming up. Also, I started thinking it's time to head back to Texas. The loss of memory about being in Clarkston and Lewiston have me thinking.