Sunday, February 15, 2015

Pictures from August 2007

 On Labor Day in 1995, a huge rock weighing 400 tons broke loose from the face of the cliff and splashed down in the upper pool of Multnomah Falls (not to be seen from the perspective of this picture). Small fragments struck twenty people——and thirteen were taken to hospitals for treatment. Friends of Multnomah Falls (an odd name considering the story here being told) say the rock was equal to a “school bus filled with concrete.”)

In other words, God is out to get you, whether you’re on a bicycle or not. Sometimes, I guess He just misses.

Multnomah Falls inthe Columbia River Gorge near the end of my ride.
Note figure on bridge.

Grand Teton range, Wyoming.
Sun peaks out from the clouds, Grand Teton National Park.
Oxbow Bend of the Snake River, Grand Tetons.
Same view as above; with sun out.
I saw no buffalo on my 2007 trip through the region until the day I pedaled out of Yellowstone Park.
There are plenty around though.
Buffalo in Yellowstone. If you follow the loop road through the park most of the herd
stays on the eastern side, particularly south of Canyon City, in the Hayden River Valley.
Elk in the Firehole River Valley. Yellowstone N. P.

Elk observed by four young tourists.
These two wonderful waitresses were excited to donate $10 each to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation.
Their kindness and desire to help almost made me cry.
(I kick myself for not getting their names.)

Earthquake Lake, Montana, created by a massive quake and rock slide in 1959.

The earthquake which created the lake shown above killed 27 people in Montana, including two tourists in one campground, when a boulder smashed their tent. Their children, in a nearby tent, were unharmed.

Riding along the Lochsa River one day was a joy.
Beautiful scenery, and actually slighly downhill almost all the way.

Life is short; but geological time is not. Note undercut rocks on the Lochsa.
Photo taken in Idaho.

Forest fires were burning across Montana and the air was a haze of smoke.
Near Butte, Montana. Riding along Interstate 90 at the time.
Fun fact: Montana is the same size as Japan, but home to only 1,000,000 people. Japan has 127,000,000. That means in Big Sky Country there are only seven people per square mile. So traffic on most Montana roads isn’t heavy.

Perfect for bicyclers, of course!

I was riding with Gene Myers when he snapped this picture.
I'll be honest, both of us were suddenly impressed by what we'd accomplished.
Only a few hundred miles now separated us from the Pacific Ocean and the end of our rides.

This might strike others as odd, but when Gene Myers and I reached the Washington State line he asked, “Will you be sorry when this ride is ended?”

I realized in many ways I would. What an adventure. Rich Fowler, who did the same kind of ride when he was 67, only going west to east, told me when he got done he felt like turning around and going back the other way.

Gene Myers, from Pittsburgh, pedaling in Washington.
He was 47 when he did the ride.
Farmland near Walla Walla, Washington.
Mt. Hood can be seen for many miles in Oregon. Picture taken along the Columbia River.

I snapped this picture from an overlook on Old Highway 30.
Below you can see Interstate 84 and the Columbia River Gorge.

My brother Tim followed me the last 150 miles and even put all my gear in his car
to make my riding easier.
He brought the champagne and we both drank it.

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