I have been home for just over a week now but haven’t posted about my last day of riding yet because I’ve been busy trying to wrap things up, settle back down, and just get myself back together.
That last day of riding was a breeze. My mom had warned me that it might rain, but I was prepared for the worst, just to get home.
I left Idaho city right around 10:30, which was about an hour from the time zone change, so I gained an hour before right away. It was, for the most part, a nice day. It was cloudy, but dry and not too much wind, even through the flat lands. The closer I got to Oregon, the more giddy I got, and – don’t laugh – I actually cried when I saw the “Welcome to Oregon” sign. Oddly, the time change sign didn’t appear for quite a few miles after the Oregon sign. Time zones are weird, I tell you.
In Eastern Oregon, there were some mountains just West of Baker City that had a good covering of snow on the tips – this is good news for people in Portland because Mount Hood is significantly higher and must be getting dumped on. If only I could get one snowboarding run in before shipping out… bad idea, I’d probably break another bone doing that, and then where would I be?
I stopped in Baker city for gas and actually forgot that there are gas pump attendants at gas stations here, something I thought I would never forget. Too bad they don’t help much with motorcycles, anyway!
Continuing on, I stopped for gas a couple more times, making sure to text my mom at each stop letting her know I hadn’t encountered rain yet. I intentionally gassed up when I got to the Dalles because I wanted to just push through Hood River without the temptation or excuse to stop, and get home. From the Dalles Portland is just over 100 miles, so I knew I’d be fine.
Then the rain hit, but only between the Dalles and Hood River. And I wouldn’t even call it rain, more like sprinkles, or 6 inch rain, as my mom’s brother-in-law, Keith, has apparently dubbed it.
Though I was eager to get home as soon as possible, I couldn’t resist stopping to take a quick picture of Multnomah Falls. Had I been super motivated, I would have taken highway 30 and enjoyed a nice scenic back road view, but I’ve done that and didn’t want to spend an extra hour doing so again.
One of the most majestic aspects of the Columbia River Gorge is the amount of scattered waterfalls throughout the topography. Some you can see from Interstate 84, but not most. I still want to see the Oneota Gorge that lies somewhere near Multnomah falls and is said to be visible only by walking through a knee-deep stream. Multnomah Falls itself is the highest waterfall in Oregon, and arguably the second highest waterfall in the country, depending on the time of year when comparing the competitors. Regardless of where it ranks, it is awesome to see in person. My favorite hiking trails reside very close to the falls.
As I got closer to Portland, the threat of rain was beginning to look imminent. Right about the time I crossed into Portland from Troutdale, I began to notice sprinkles on my visor. By the time I was through the city and coming out of the Vista Tunnel, it was coming down hard. Of course, typical Oregonian drivers, traffic slowed down while I managed to get soaked in the course of only a couple of miles. I told you, God has a great sense of humor!
Needless to say, I got home in one soggy piece, happy as could be. The mileage on my bike read 8,996.8 miles from the moment I left home in the first place. Despite thinking about it and having many people suggest it since, I neglected to ride around the block a few times just to get it up to 9k. It’s 9k anyway you look at it, to me.
I unpacked all my soggy gear and headed to my parents for dinner. It was so good to see my roommate and my parents. To be able to hug them and just be in my space was a great relief.
The next day, I started back into training with the Army and at the gym myself. Everyday I do some sort of workout which typically includes yoga and weightlifting, or running too much and an insanity workout for PT.
At the recruiting station, I brought all the recruiters their Big Sky Brewery special edition Battle of Mogadishu beer labels, which are not for sale and never will be. These are the labels for beers that are only sent oversees to active duty, deployed troops. However, the owner of Big Sky was kind enough to send these home with me and I managed to keep them all in one piece!
Expect to get a couple more updates before I take off in 19 days to basic training. After that, I won’t be on here for at least three months. If you’re interested in getting my address to send me letters during basic, please send me your email and address to email@example.com and I will add it to a list of people my mom will contact when she gets my address.
Thanks again for reading and God Bless,