As we splashed around in the Willamette River at mile 110, Asta & I delighted in the warm sunny July weather here in Oregon that allowed us this luxury. The boys looked on with somewhat bemused expressions from the shore, none daring to go in beyond the knee.
|Asta & I appearing a bit wrecked after a very long 400K...|
In May, after endless months of rain, when drivetrains were grit-worn and moss was growing between our toes, Asta & I escaped to the deserts of eastern Washington to ride the Fleche. We followed a route carved over the millenia by water, along the banks of the Yakima, Naches and Tieton rivers, as we headed west towards Olympia. We climbed ever higher past Rimrock Lake and finally over White Pass, where the water greeted us silently in the form of snowpack along the roadside, and ice glittered on the summit lake, reflecting the midnight beams of our headlights. Ten teams finished the Fleche, and we were the only one to escape the rain. Ha HA!
|Norm and The FlecheTones|