936 was the number of miles for the last of the three weekend tour. This time it was a group of 7 riders. We met at the Philomath Hwy Safeway parking lot. This is the start location of many group rides that I go on. This shopping center has great options for escaping Corvallis. After meeting everyone on the trip, Ryan and his dad Tom, Kevin and his dad John, Harry and BBall we were ready to go.
|Ready to go!|
|Kevin on the Klamath|
We made it over the California boarder and stopped at the Ship Ashore motel. A fine low budget establishment across from the Indian Casino with a nice restaurant, bar and karaoke on Friday nights.
BBall and I headed over to the bar for beverages while the rest did a little pre-functioning in the room. We were already relaxing in the bar at the table of honor right next to the stage. Dinner was excellent and the entertainment was small town spectacular or at least a spectacle. The music wasn't bad, you just needed to close your eyes and not look at the stage. Ryan finally got up and sang a little Billy Joel song and knocked the socks of the crowd. They will be talking about Ryan for years to come. We then had a group sing along with the song Proud to Be An American and the waving of American Flags. This small community worked hard to remember their veterans serving in Iraq and Afghanistan. After a long day it was time for sleep!
|Breakfast at the Klamath River Cafe|
Day 2 - Redwoods to Medford
Which way do we go??? After leaving the Ship Wreck Motel... we headed south down 101 through Crescent City and into the Redwoods... It was sunny, it was foggy, it was so thick I could not see the bike in front of me. YIKES. We met up with Tom and John's brother for breakfast. I guess I should say that Ken met up and blew past us on his Husky 610. We had a great breakfast and headed south again deep into the Redwoods. Those are amazing big trees!
|John on the Klamath Hwy|
Day 3 - Medford to Corvallis (Via Crater Lake)
|Rest Stop in Prospect|
Cooling off in the North Umpqua.
It was hot... really hot... and we had it. We stopped along the river and jumped in. Some people took their gear off. I chose not to. While the Vanson Jacket came off, I kept the hydro vest, leather pants and boots stayed on. The river was cold but felt great. The wet leather kept me cool the rest of the trip home.
Close call with two deer and an old junker car.
We took a side road from Glide to I-5. A very fun road but we had two close calls, Kevin had two of my favorite road animals try to take him off of his motorcycle and I had a scare with a overshot corner and a junker car coming down a steep hill with no guard rails. This was when I realized it was time for a break and I was ready for some straight roads to get home. We headed up I-5, got separated in Eugene and headed home.
Seven departed, seven returned, no scratches, no road trophies, and miles of fun. A great end to 2145.