Mount Rainier Nationalpark and Columbia River Gorge
A coffee stop in Elbe
and a '77 Honda Goldwing in front of a German chapel.
The park is open...
... but you don't get very far this time of the year.
That's some snow, eh?
Gotta love those roads along the Columbia River gorge.
176ft high Horsetail Falls
and then some.
Multnomah Falls with a total drop of 620ft
Gorgeous Gorges (shamelessly stolen from Gary France)
The Eastern view
At Crown Point
If Oregon would have me, I would gladly move down there.
What a beautiful place!
Along the river, up the canyon, and some German food
The area so reminds me of the Rhine, not sure why...
Maybe it's the vineyards and orchards.
A last view back before heading North
Heidi - Land?
Authentic German Bratwurst with Sauerkraut at Rudloof's in Leavenworth.
Jawohl, das ist gut!
We also used this 1,400km road-trip to do some scouting for future rides with our Vespa's. Of course we would need to travel at much slower speed, but we would love to travel some of those roads on two wheels some time. One can dream...
The current April weather drives me crazy. The weather forecast cannot even predict the weather a couple of hours ahead. I was up early to deliver my fellow traveler to the airport. First there were overcast skies, then drizzle. Back home it rained, and I simply went back to bed until 9AM. My friend Yvonne and I had plans to go up Sea-to-Sky Highway, turnaround point being Squamish, but we were reluctant. However, I couldn't wait any longer, and so I did my usual Buntzen Lake loop to test the grounds.
The roads were drying up. Good! So I called Yvonne and met her at her place. After fueling up we were headed to North Vancouver and while crossing the Ironworkers Memorial Bridge it started pouring, in the biblical sense. A wall of water.
The roads were immediately flooded, and turned into rivers, and we were no longer comfortable riding, so we found shelter at a gas station. The storm drains couldn't cope with the massive amount of water.
While waiting for the rain to ease up we pondered about what to do next. Going North was no longer an option, so we turned around, crossed the bridge again... and there was the sun. Ok, then let's go South! And so we ended up in White Rock, where we found out that even motorcycle parking spots are not free of charge anymore. We bit the bullet and payed for the spot, at least it seemed to be tolerated for several bikes to share.
One reason for riding is finding a proper place for food intake. Yvonne and I decided to enjoy Greek cuisine on the outdoor patio of the Cosmos: Tzaziki, Pita bread, salad, souvlaki shrimp skewer, and calamari. Not cheap but well worth it. Yummy!
To work off the calories we strolled down the sea-walk to the pier. The good weather stayed with us. We haven't seen one drop of rain on our way back home, and it turned out to be a good day for riding.
Traveling on scooters is definitely a less paced affair than riding a motorcycle. And as if to prove it, it is going to take us four hours to complete a 130km loop. The weekend weather doesn't look too promising, hence we want to make the most out now: A ride, a walk and a dinner.
Along the Fraser River between Langley and Abbotsford lies Glen Valley Park.
It is hockey night again, and the area is abandoned and quiet, a small paradise.
This view reminds us a bit of Tuscany.
Between a vintage car and a group of Harleys, we find our parking spot. The streets of Fort Langley seem abandoned, but inside the restaurants and bars it's buzzing. The big screens are on and it's noisy. How can people enjoy dinner and conversation with the tube blaring all the time? Eventually we find a sushi place where we can have dinner without permanent media effusion.
Patience is our friend, the train pulls 86 rail cars.
We find tranquility at Hayward Lake.
Scootering is like finding balance in a rushed world.