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Published: September 18th 2018
Oregon 2018. The Dalles.
Cool start at 9 degrees in the shade along the Deschutes river for 9 miles to the bridge and past the white waterfall where people were fishing. We saw three deer watching us from the railway line across the river and several ground squirrels rushing across the road. Over the bridge and a 2 mile climb only to descend again over arable land. A quick call at the White River Falls, where there was a hydroelectric generator until 1963. Two deer trotted across the road in front of me and gently jumped the fence as only deer can - magic. Upon meeting the The Dalles- California Highway we had an 8% climb for 7 miles during which my posterior went to sleep unless I got up on my pedals and wobbled my way along. The hill ended with a turn onto a minor road over the Tygh Ridge at 2697 ft. Descending down this road we saw lots of fire damaged trees and land which were raging in June and July. Most of the trees were oaks and often just the lower leaves were turning yellow. Arriving in Dufur we got some giant American sized Chicken, Caesar
salad wraps which had to be shared. Kramer’s Market looked like it had a sprung dance floor over 100 years old and ceiling fans linked together with belts. Mr C arrived just after me with one pannier missing. He wasn’t sure where it was but it must have fallen off at the top of the Tygh ridge. Rather than spend an hour to go back for it he spent lunchtime praying for divine mercy and good luck. Good luck won the day as Dave, Graham, Christine and Bill had seen it lying all forlorn by the roadside. After searching through his undies they established whose it was and with the aid of some bungies Graham hauled it down the road to its worried owner. Panic over. Across the road I was in heaven with an open air agricultural museum full of machines and tractors including a steam traction engine which had benn used recently. I know how unhappy you will all be to have missed it. Out of town and past the seed silos and grading factory, now closed until next season. We went up and down again through arable fields of at least 100 acres each as far as
the eye can see with just stubble left as the grain has been harvested. As usual there were plenty of old agricultural machines to see and photograph at the farms we passed until The Dalles came into view with the massive Hydroelectric power station on the wide Columbia River. The descent into town was very nice, as was the Dalles Hotel where we are staying. The sun shine for most of the day with the temperature getting above 20 several times and only the occasional headwind to make me put my jacket on. A great day in the big country. Someone has to do it.
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