Barb and I decided to ride together as far as Fort Spokane in the northeastern Washington area. We both wanted to collect the stamp. So off we went.
I90 takes us into Idaho. It is a nice road for an Interstate -- too bad there's so many construction zones, RVs, and large rigs.
We ride across miles and miles of open fields in northeast Washington.
I snuck up on Barb for an "action" photo!
We stop for a greasy burger lunch at Edna's in Davenport, Washington.Then through more fields north to Fort Spokane.
This is interesting country -- in the midst of the open fields there are sections where you drive through stands of trees and would never know that you just left open fields where you couldn't even see any trees.Fort Spokane, Washington
The conversation usually goes something like this...
"You rode all the way from ????? on that....by yourself!?" After expressing utter disbelief on the miles that led me to the spot where we stand, the next question often goes like this...
"Where are you going from here?"
I answer, "Not exactly sure yet. I'm heading west. Got any roads to recommend?"
Or I might say, "Thought I might spend the night in Yakima tonight. How do you figure one should get there from here?"
So off I go looking for the recommended road.
I continue to drive across open fields headed to Lake Roosevelt and the Coulee Dam area.
Temps are starting to climb. I'm beginning to feel it. And I have a over 200 miles to go before stopping for the night.
Just an interesting sight along the road.
The Ranger spoke of the fires over this way. I saw the results and the charred smell was still lingering in the air. And I thought I could feel the heat still emiting from the fire, but it might have been that it was just that HOT out on the road.
I somehow (however these things happen), found myself down the dustiest, rockiest, roughest road I've ever taken Fleeter over.
Maybe I DO need a dual-sport bike...
The road doesn't look so bad here, because, of course, I wouldn't be taking pictures when I'm busy struggling to keep Fleeter on the road and upright!
Going south from Coulee Dam, I take WA155 along Banks Lake.
Tomorrow I will find myself in country that speaks to my soul.
And it's nice that it's cooler country too!
Tomorrow: The Cascade Mountains!