Hello. Day 1, Astoria—St. Helens. Miles: 68.4. Elevation gain: 2,996 ft.
It was so great to finally get on the road going east.
Yesterday: Rode with Dave, Will, and his girlfriend, Shannon, to Fort Stevens to dip our wheels in Pacific. Mission accomplished.
To see a one minute video of ride to St Helens: Relive.
Today’s pictures: getting ready to load one of the vans (the BAT—Big Ass Trailer); the loaded trailer.
Overall, felt pretty good. Some leg cramping at the end. Got to the Best Western here at 12:15, sooner than expected. Dave was about 15 minutes ahead of me.
Portland Tom, our Poet Laureate sent his second poem:
The sky was quite foggy,
The sea by the pier was dead calm,
When the Bike Brothers arose,
It was just before dawn.
They ate fast and then packed
All their gear with much care,
Tubes, tire lever and sunscreen,
It all seemed to be there.
Then the mist lifted slightly
As our brave pair set out,
Their spirits were willing,
Their limbs, they were stout.
“It’s New Hampshire or bust!”
Martin was heard to exclaim,
But Stabler wisely said nothing,
As he surveyed the terrain.
Leaving Astoria behind
They went out on the road,
Along the Mighty Columbia
They rolled, how they rolled!
I’m also including this selection:
and off we go,
gliding, both boys
side by side, shoulder
And so it goes on, oar
and oarlock, this keeping
the river moving.
—Robert Hedin, from At the Great Door of Morning