Headed to Clatskanie in the morning to decorate MeMa’s families’ graves. It poured down rain like a cow p- - - ing on a flat rock, as MeMa’s Mom would have said. MeMa had packed a nice lunch knowing that our adventures might take us longer than anticipated. Our eldest son Nathan rode his bicycle from his home in Milwaukie to Astoria which is 102 miles, last Monday. On his return trip the next day he stopped in Clatskanie to put some flowers on his grandparents grave. Then instead of taking highway 30 back he took old highway 47 straight up Mist Mountain and down to Scappoose.
I voted her winner of the wet sweatshirt contest.
So Nathan, we don't see any shoulder let alone a safe bike lane. So many blind corners. The road nevr goes down, only up and up and up.
See the elevation sign with all those bullet holes Nathan? Sasquatch doesn't carry a gun, only crazy residents from Mist out looking for bikers do.
Nathan while your frazzled parents stopped for lunch at 1400 elev. on a gravelly log truck side road, I told your mother this why parents drink.