|This is where Linda gets off.† She will
fly home tomorrow or the next day. From here on out, I ride solo.
I leave Brian and Tamiís shortly after 8:00 a.m. and head towards
Kingston to catch the ferry to Edmonds.† I must be living right since
I get there just as the last cars are loading.† I barely get the bike
parked in a regular car space on the starboard side (Not up front
where they usually put the motorcycles.) when the ferry leaves (photo
The ferry ride to Edmonds takes only 25 minutes so I get a breakfast
muffin and then back to my bike.† In all my gear, itís too hot to
sit inside so head back down below to the car deck and sit on the
backseat of my bike, lean against the backrest, shut my eyes and try
to get some rest.† When we get to Edmonds, I take Hwy.104 to Interstate
5 for a short trip north. Iím already learning that I donít like freeway
traffic.† Itís just a short ride to Hwy 524, to 522, and then Hwy
2.† Hwy. 2 is the secondary highway I will take all the way to Sandpoint,
Idaho, and then on to Glacier National Park in Montana. Iíve guessed
right again, and Hwy. 2 turns out to be a pleasant way to see central
Itís been misting/drizzling since halfway to Kingston.† As the ferry
arrives on the Edmonds side, it starts to drizzle/rain seriously as
I head up into the Cascade Range.† Itís also getting colder.†
I stop at a Fred Meyers store in Murray, Washington to buy some thermal
underwear.† I change in the menís room and then back on the road.†
As I climb towards Stevenís Pass I pass a whole flock of bicyclist,
most in Lycra shorts, and I reluctantly admit to myself that these
folks are made of sterner stuff than I.† I canít imagine how they
can be having fun in this weather
The wet, winding road keeps me cautious.† I slow down on the curves
and try to drive on the drier tire strips in the slow lane.† I reach
the top at 4400 ft., which isnít too high by California standards,
but Iím glad to head down the other side, in any case.
As I start to reach the bottom of the mountain, the road crosses the
Skynomish River several times.† At about this time, the sun stumbles
out from between a cloud-covered sky and the rain/drizzle stops.†
About fifty miles from Leavenworth, Washington and I enter an appealing
little valley that runs right alongside the river. The river and the
road lead to Levenworth.
Leavenworth, Washington is a jumping place.† Lots of cars and people
crowd the streets (photos 2, 3 & 4).† I make a slow turn
right into the downtown area, park the bike, and go to find a place
to get some lunch.† Since the theme of this town is kind of a re-creation
of a Bavarian village, I decide on the German Potato soup in a bread
bowl.† I must admit Iím surprised that itís so good.
Thirty minutes out of Leavenworth and the land is getting drier.†
It starts to look, in places, just like Nevada as the road winds around
some bluffs that remind me of Utah.† Slowly the road straightens out
and I enter rolling farm country.† The various farms seem to be growing
wheat, oats, and alfalfa. This is some scenic country in its own right.
Much of it consists of gently rolling hills and is prettier than Eastern
Oregon or California.
Iím making good time now.† The road takes me by Coulee Lake and near
the Grand Coulee Dam and I pass lots of cars with ski boats attached.†
I thought I would stay in Spokane tonight but when I get there its
only 4:00 p.m.† The fella where I buy gas tells me itís only an hour
and a half to Sandpoint, Idaho. †Spokane is a large, noisy city and
the idea of staying there when I might be able to stay in a small
town, appeals to my sense of order.† Might as well go for it.† My
buttís a little tired but I still have a few more miles in me.
The road to Sandpoint, for the most part is a good one.† The scenery
gets to be higher rolling hills and forest again.† Just before we
get to Sandpoint the road turns to crap as they are grading about
five miles worth.† This is far worse than the rainy roads from this
morning.† This road is ďloose gravelĒ and I drive in the tire tracks
to keep from sliding on my butt.† The thought of dumping my new motorcycle
keeps me nervous and the five miles seem to take forever.
Back on dry pavement and finally into Sandpoint where I get a motel
room right on the water facing the marina (photo 5, 6, & 7).†
After settling in I call Bob Harris to see how he is getting along.†
Bob was the Director of Adult Education before me.† He retired at
age 56 to East Hope, just a few miles down the lake.† In fact, he
is now mayor of the town.
He has recently had surgery for breast cancer and I want to drop by
on this trip to see how he is getting along.† We have a nice conversation
but he is tired from his chemo treatments so I tell him I will call
him in the morning before leaving.
I havenít eaten much today so itís time to treat myself to a good
meal.† I decide to go to a restaurant that I can see from my balcony
on the other side of the marina, called ďSpuds.Ē† I have a delightful
halibut dinner and go back to my room to call Linda (photo 8).†
We talk around 9:00 p.m. then I read some and go to bed.† This has
been out to be a pretty good day and Iíve covered 376 miles.