Because yesterday was Thanksgiving Day here in the USA I had the day off. The forecast was for dry weather all day. A welcome change from the 3" (7.62 cm) of rain and huge storms we experienced on Monday/Tuesday this week.
We decided since it wasn't too chilly out 49˚F (9.44˚C) that we needed to get out on the bikes. It has been quite a while since we did any riding besides back and forth to coffee on a Saturday morning.
By noon we had all our gear layered on and a route planned. We were off to find more covered bridges. Since Oregon has 50 of them there are lots to choose from. Here is a link to an interactive map of the bridges -----> LINK.
We headed west towards Philomath for petrol ($3.479 a gallon) and then Southwest on Highway 34 to Alsea. Two miles beyond Alsea we turned left to arrive at the Hayden Bridge, originally built in 1918.
|(Troubadour taking a picture of Hayden Covered Bridge)|
|(View of the bikes taken from bridge. Highway 34 in the background)|
|(With all the rain the river is running swift)|
|(Road on the other side of the bridge - not sure where it goes)|
|(Troubadour - I asked him to smile for the camera)|
|(Old barn beside the Hayden Covered Bridge)|
Back on the bikes we turned around to get back to Highway 34. Turned west on Highway 34 for 20 miles until we made another left turn on Five Rivers Road. We meandered our way along the back roads and were rewarded by arriving at the Five Rivers (Fisher School) Covered Bridge.
|(Five Rivers - Fisher School - Covered Bridge)|
|(Troubadour thinking of future geocache sites)|
|(Artsy leaf and bike shot)|
|(The sun trying to come through the clouds was making photo exposure difficult)|
|(I did a little iPhoto contrast adjustment to get this retro effect)|
|(This river isn't running as swift)|
We got back on the bikes and headed further down the road. The plan was to cut across the mountain and into Deadwood on Highway 36 for another covered bridge. The road narrowed a little and was littered with fall tree debris. There wasn't any traffic so we stopped for the occasional photo.
|(Beautiful road along the river)|
|(One of my favorite pictures of the day)|
Further and further up the mountain we climbed. We passed hunters who's dogs tried to race the bikes for quite a while. And did I mention tree debris?
|(Tree debris - a test in picking your lines)|
|(Max picked up a little of that tree debris - he wanted to play fetch perhaps)|
|(Where we are going - stopped to check the map)|
|(Morale is high, I am laughing because Troubadour is behind me tinkling)|
We pressed on and the road got a little worse and then we came to a road closed sign. We needed to turn the bikes around and head back. We were really hoping we didn't have to back track the entire way as we knew we'd be chasing daylight. Troubadour turned both bikes around. I didn't want to chance slipping in the muck and dropping Max.
|(Bike turned around - heading back from where we came)|
Luckily a short way back was another side road. Troubadour looked at the map once again and figured we could do a few miles of gravel to avoid back tracking 20 through the rough forestry road. Good call. Soon enough we were through the gravel and back to a main road. We managed to get to Highway 36 and a rest area to use the facilities by 4:00 pm.
|(Max really needs a bath)|
|(The heart of a dual sport lurks under that flashy blue and white exterior)|
|(Yours truly warming my feet - apparently I just tossed my socks on the floor)|
We had leftover Chinese food for dinner and held the sofa down and watched a movie. It was a great day.
It was Thanksgiving Day and I can honestly say I am thankful for heated gear, heated grips and most of all my wonderful husband who has faith enough in my riding abilities to "lead me down the garden path" on a chilly fall day. (I think this is his way of telling me I need a Tiger 800)
- Au Revoir
"A we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them." - John Fitzgerald Kennedy