I really enjoyed the ride yesterday. We left at 9:00 a.m and headed towards Oregon. We had in mind that we were going to Ukiah, Oregon. We stopped to get gas on the freeway before turning off towards Lexington and Heppner. A gnarly guy on a motorcycle pulled up to me and asked if we were part of the group doing the "Ironbutt". I laughed and said no. He then said, "which way to Boise?" I pointed east. In my mind, I had to question his intelligence. For those of you who don't know, the ironbutt is long distance endurance riding. Some of their rides are 1,000 miles in 24 hours. No, thank you. As we rolled out of the gas station, we spotted him on the off-ramp pointed towards Idaho but it appeared he was looking at his map. Good man. Wouldn't that just be the pits if he went the wrong way on my account?
When we ride, there is no wrong way. So, we headed towards Heppner. They have a lovely little city park there and we stopped to stretch and see a man about a horse. There were two ladies sitting at a little table they'd set up. They asked if we were in the poker run. What poker run? Seems there were a bunch of bikers headed to Heppner and they thought we were first to arrive. No. We weren't on the poker run. After visiting a few minutes, we found out the road we were to travel to get to Ukiah was closed due to flooding. New plan.
We gassed up in Heppner and headed towards Condon, Oregon to stop and eat the picnic lunch I packed and watch the Starlings. We headed towards home and down a road we've never been on before which took us into Arlington and another beautiful city park. While on that road, I spotted two dead snakes and two deer eating grass. I really liked that part of the trip and would love to do it in reverse next time. If there had been a spot to pull off, you'd be seeing a photo of a dead snake here. My favorite kind. Dead.
I was totally fascinated with the starlings. They are mean little birds and they'll take a raven down to the ground and peck them to death. As we were eating lunch, I noticed they kept landing on a branch near us. At one time, there were 3 of them and they all had a mouthful of stuff. It wasn't until I got home and looked at my photos that I discovered they each had several dragonflies in their beaks. They looked at us as if to say "you're next!" Wicked little birds.
We also stopped so I could snap some pics of this old truck and equipment that I see every time we roll down I-84. I'm intrigued by it. I was super happy I had my leather boots and pants on as I had to walk through snake country to get a good shot of this. I can hardly wait to go back in the fall and winter to snap follow-up photos. If these rusty old parts could talk, I'll bet they'd have some great stories to tell of the good old days.
It was an awesome day. Wonder where the road will lead today?
love, susan
