Thursday, August 18, 2016

8/2/16 How Do You Find A Good Place To Stay - Not Trivago

Bend to Pendlton, OR - 270 miles

Our Sonoma Motel room was so bad we decided to skip coffee and showers and head to Bend HD to ask about a part Gary wants.

There is a restaurant right over there where you turned around.  It was a Sonic, open for breakfast.  Well, we are not Sonic virgins any more but we are probably Sonic One-timers.  The help was nice but the food was spicy and the coffee STIFF.

HD did not have what Gary wanted so we headed toward Prineville for gas and some good coffee on recommendation from the gas lady at the 76.

The day is beautiful, mild.  Not hot or windy.  We have not been riding much and 2 days at 200+ miles is pretty hard on my butt.

We stop at Mt Vernon for lunch and some good locals conversation.  Then head up to John Day and coast along the river.

We stop at the Ochoco and meet and old gentleman with his old Chocolate Lab who gets all our pets.

The wind picked up pretty good.  It blew my water bottle off my bike in traffic.  Fortunately no one hurt.

Frequent stops help and an oration occurs:

It's bone dry out here.
No green, and wind.
Except the patchwork quilt
of irrigation
on the valley floor.
Oh, and the little road signs
that tell you  that you're
8 to 10 miles passed the last station
Or still over 100 miles
to your destination.

We stop along the John Day river for a stretch and a photo.  That was very rejuvenating.

We stop at Point Rock at a little day park.  I discover here that I made today's reservation for August 21.  The cuss words flew at that.  I apologized to the houses across the street.

I was finally able to get hold of our hotel and angel Melissa at Best Western Pendelton helped us out. So grateful for her help in making reservations for a room tonight.

After we get to the hotel she also gives us a recommendation for Prodigal Sun Brew Pub for dinner. It is a hit and a good Margarita too.

Hot tub and swim at the hotel and a visit with Sue Davis on the phone.  Sure do miss her.

Another poem:

Fearless at 66

He crests the hill
and raises his hands
going down the other side.
I keep my hands tight on
my handlebars
but giggle every time.
He races just a little
ahead of me.
But I don't mind.
The is the better leader.
Reading maps.
Reminding me
to wear sun screen
and drink more water.

Photo: John Day River

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