Woke with my diary on my chest and the last legible words written about a page back. Really cold at 5:40 am here in Othello and super calm. What a great little b'fast bar at the La Cabana motel here, and after a thorough face stuffing and lively chat over illegal (Mexican) immigration with the desk clerk born-in-Ballard, the dog and I load-em-up and strike out. Today's goal is John and Cathy Umbargers' place in Burbank, just east of the Tri-cities of Pasco, Richland and Kennewick, WA. The Umbargers are parents of Kristin Keene (married to Steve) whose place I just left 2 days prior. Caught this faboo tailwind and sailed the 50 miles of sagebrush and ag fields thru Basin City (where I bought an 8" crescent wrench to fill out my mobile bike repair kit) thru Pasco, and finally east to Burbank by 1 pm. I now sit in the shade of sycamores along the bank of the Snake River, two beers behind me and one giant tugboat with barges in front of me, working on this blog. You know it used to be that we went on trips to get away and to tell our tale upon returning. Not anymore. The curious want up-to-date and realtime streamlining of tales and lies...
300 miles along already.
Rock on, Gary! We're all pullin' for you and the old hound! Miss you at the Pumphouse - it's embarrassing to have leftovers now... Keep those real-time adventures and outrageous lies coming!! Chris H-M
ReplyDeletesounds very civilized, a couple of beers after a day's ride-
ReplyDeleteI'm going to show the blog to Dad-
John