Early in
the morning I'm back on the I-84 slab heading east. After an hour or so it's really warming up, even the Columbia River looks hot; it’s shimmering with heat
waves. I figure it’s time to bail off the freeway; my feeling is the further
east I travel the hotter it gets and if I can believe the weather channel it’s
going to get a lot worse.
This seems like it might be a good time to modify my route; do some more exploring and maybe escape the freeway's heat. I spy an interesting exit leading to a place I’ve never heard of; that’ll do me, another back road to nowhere.
Philipi
Canyon? Nope, never heard of it. I’ve lived in OR my entire life and every time I go on one of these
rides I discover new places.
A really short ride up the canyon reveals private roads leading
to ranches, cows, horses, cowboys, maybe even Indians. Turned out it wasn't at all what I'd hoped for, no long twisty ride through time, just a gravel road going to someone's ranch. Heck.
At least there was one cowboy at work
Time to reverse
course, take the canyon road back down to I-84
I ride a few more
miles east on the slab, then take the exit heading south to Ione, center of
the known world. Or maybe it was the Heppner exit? Anyway it was a bonafide
exit with real pavement and everything, not at all like some of the more
unexpected ones composed of gravel & ditches, etc.
Look Ma, it’s the
Orygun trail fer sure!
Point of
Interest coming up, dive into that gravel parking area. Might even be a convenient bush open for biz...tourist facility, etc. Eh?
Why it’s
the Willow Creek Campground historic sign. Think maybe I’ll have a look at the
Old Cecil Store if I can find it, it's bound to be around here somewhere. Maybe they sell Snickers...
I follow my old reliable sense of direction and...hmm…it’s
the ever present Border collie keeping an eye on his flock. More like
tormenting them actually. I watched him work the poor buggers and detected a
bit of sadism in him. I think I might want to come back as a Border collie when
I croak. Or maybe an Aussie Sheppard would do.
Grrr....I see you....grrrr...
Bet these
guys really appreciate being herded into such a small space on a hot day. Maybe
they’re being too, uh, sheepish?
The Cecil
Store; closed just as I suspected it would be. Bummer! I was really wanting a Snickers bar.
The
Hollyhocks are nice. The ones at our place croaked this year. Ain’t it great I
include little sidebar comments like that?
Across the
road it’s the old Cecil Grain Mill. Or maybe it’s where the local fire
department dries their hoses?
I ride back
to the main road heading south…
And run right into Cecil! Whoopeee! Yaaay!
Hey, it’s
getting hot as hell out here; the temps have been ranging from 104 to 110
degrees. That makes 98 seem cool. Keep moving along Dude... Just down the road we arrive
in Ione. Or maybe it’s Heppner? I’m not lost, just having a bit of heat stroke.
Like my hard drive is shutting down. 110 degrees...dang that's HOT!
Nice little
town, probably a great place to live. One old geezer waved at me as I was making a U-turn. I waved back and didn't drop the scooter. Lucky.
My kind of
place, I’m a shopkeeper at heart. Or a saloon keeper maybe.
I follow the main drag out of town, head in a westerly direction. It's really getting hot now so I look for a wide spot in the road where I can stop to put on my anti-dehydration vest, maybe avoid heat stroke. The Liberty School Road looks like a quiet place so it wins the lottery.
I figure
the locals are smart enough to stay indoors out of the heat, unlike certain
adventuresome types who travel around on really homely motor scooters.
I keep the
vest rolled up in a big ol’ baggie full of water. When I put it on it soaks my
body and the cooling effect when riding is simply amazing, you actually feel
cold for the first few miles. It’s still pretty icky though. It also has an odd
smell, sort of swamp-like and mosquitoes follow your around if you stop. So
don’t stop. Seems simple enough?
I arrive in
Fossil right at lunch time. How convenient.
I have food
on the brain and the Timber Wolf Café beckons. Or howls. Whichever. Anyway the
food was good, the service was friendly, and after lunch I ducked into the
restroom with my vest and came out trailing water all the way back to my table.
An old cowboy eyed me; no doubt wondering what the hell all the water was
about. Or was it water? I nodded to him, he stared back, I left and returned to
Red Dog across the street. He continued to eye me.
Interesting assortment of small business in Fossil, looks like there's something for everyone. I didn't spot a cop so maybe there's no jail. Hey maybe there's no crime? There's a concept to think about.
Leaving Fossil is a whole bunch like entering Fossil,
just keep moving along in the same direction you came in on.
It was during lunch at Fossil I decided riding in 110 degree heat wasn’t actually as much fun as I’d like so I decided to head home. The closer I got to the coast the cooler it got and I was home by 9:30 pm, a nice day’s ride of 535 miles. That’s the most I’ve done in one day on Red Dog and I owe it to the comfort provided by the custom saddle I had made.
Epiblog: Red Dog is really easy to
travel around on; the ability to stop/park virtually anywhere without concern
about the road surface is a huge plus. I’m rethinking my earlier views as to
the reliability of the model and although I’d still be hesitant to take one
into some areas I wouldn't worry about touring in general.
This trip would have been a lot longer
had it not been for the extreme heat but there's always next time. I saw a lot
of new places, met some nice people and in general had a great ride.
See ya.
LL