This week the weather in Oregon is beautiful riding weather. Sunny and about 70* for a high during the day. With a few unscheduled vacation days burning a hole in my pocket I did what any self respecting motorcyclist would do. I worked Monday and took the rest of the week off. ( No retired hecklers from the peanut gallery please )
So after telling my Wife how sorry I was that she had to go to work and ushering her out the door. I was ready to go for a ride.
The first thing was to figure out a direction to head. I decided that with winter coming I would do one final ride thru the high Cascades. I headed toward Sweethome which would be my starting point for todays Mountain ride. In Sweethome I got the required supplies. A sandwich, soda, and of course a couple of chocolate chip cookies. Rides are always better with chocolate chip cookies
Then is was off to Foster Lake and then Green Peter Lake. Green Peter is a huge lake but the road only skirts around a few of the fingers of the lake.
As you can see the level is way down and just waiting for the rains to come to start filling it back up.
The leaves are starting to change color.
Up above Green Peter lake the creek is still in summer mode. Slow and easy.
Quartzville Creek area is when you start to leave the Lake and campers behind. This road winds thru the Cascades for about another 40 miles before coming out onto highway 22. It is definately a scenic road that is a short cut to nowhere. I saw only 2 other vehicles over this section of road. Which made todays ride a regular traffic nightmare compared to past rides on this road.
It was almost noon and since I had eaten a light breakfast I figured it was time for lunch. It sure was convenient for them to put a picnic table right where I decided to eat. There was a wide place in the road and I stopped and parked there. I didn't see the picnic table hidden in the trees until after I had stopped.
With nobody to impress I ended up with mustard on my nose and stuff running down my chin. Yummy!
You don't suppose they call this Quartzville Creek because of the over abundance of rocks do you. I have no idea if thats how it got its name, but if somebody wanted to be a rock farmer I would say this is the area to do it.
And what would a ride in Oregon be without the tree tunnel sections. It is pretty now riding under a canopy of leaves. Unfortunately in a month all the leaves will be on the road. Add a little rain to that and you have the makings of some slippery riding. Which I guess is why I am here now and not next month.
This bridge is a good reminder that the now little creek has a much different personality in the winter. I am standing on the new bridge where the old bridge used to be. It would take a lot of water to make the old bridge think it was a boat and try to float away.
From upstream the new bridge is seen over the old one.
On these lightly traveled backroads its a good idea to watch the road as well as the scenery. Lots of rocks to go around. Coming around one corner today that went into the shade I almost hit a rock about the size of a bowling ball. I'm sure that would have left a mark if I had actually hit it. I did stop and roll the big one off the road. But little ones like these are all over the place
This sign struck me as funny. I had been riding for about 30 miles in tight twisty turns and they are just now getting around to putting up a sign. Uhhh O.K. Thanks for the warning.
And be now you might have asked what kind of a bike I was riding today. Well you didn't need to worry. I also took some some pictures with my bike in it. I mean really, who doesn't like to take pictures of their bikes.
Well that pretty much wraps up the Quartzville Creek ride. I hit highway 22 and headed for Detroit. At Detroit I had a decision to make. Either ride 22 back to Salem. Or take the road to Estacada which would add about another 100 miles to my ride. I decided to take the Estacada road. And since I hate being late for dinner it was time to boogie. So I put the camera away and proceeded to blow all the carbon out of the bike that I might have gotten by stopping to take pictures.
Now I just need to decide which direction I am going to ride in tomorrow. Decisions, decisions.