One of my favorite stretches of road sweeps down from Crown Point, high above the Columbia River, to Multnomah Falls. It’s a swooping, curvaceous descent through moss-draped Douglas Firs with several big hairpin turns where you slide back on the saddle, go into the drops, and for a moment, pretend you’re in the Tour.
As the road flattens out, you ride by Latourell Falls, Bridal Veil Falls, and Wahkeena Falls, all cascading from high, basalt cliffs.
I did this ride yesterday. 100 miles round trip to Multnomah Falls—out along the Columbia, into Troutdale, across the Sandy River and onto the Old Columbia Gorge Highway.
About the Falls, I once wrote:
Looking up from a bench below the falls, trying to find some special constellation I could follow. Some singular composition that would commend itself to tracking. And there it was, available: a bundle of whiteness, flung out over the edge, dropping, dropping. And I followed it, watched its weight dissolve and spread itself into spray. Endlessly gracious in its falling. Greeting the air, fanning out into gravity’s embrace. There was no restraint—such an innocent freefall.
In the mileage department, it was good week: 277 miles.
Cheers, and ride safe.
PS. Bro is also putting in some high miles. 107 today