On a spur of the moment decision my brother Tony and I decided to go for a trip through the back country of Washington. I had seen a couple of trip reports on the WBCDT so I down loaded the tracks and did a bit of reading and the next morning, after an early morning ferry ride I met Tony across the border in Blaine.
It did not take too long to head out on the hours and hours of slab work that would get us to the start of the trail at Cascade locks on the Oregon border. We ran down the I-5 and 405 to Renton and then headed inland for some really nice country road riding south on the Maple Valley Highway. Then through Enumclaw and further south through Packwood, Randle, and south down NF25 and Wind River Road to Carson. I have to say that the run from Randle to Carson was a blast. I think that is the first time I have actually payed attention while riding on pavement. I am not sure how long it took to get to Carson but by the time we had a room and went for dinner it was dark.
We bedded the bikes down for the night.
More to come after dinner
And keeping with our plan awoke at 06:00 to start the day with a few calisthenics, and a "complimentary continental breakfast and coffee" .
The route starts just up the road from the hotel and we hit the gravel grinning through our helmets.
The trail is pretty easy riding and we just bombed along climbing up into the forest enjoying the morning air.
And finally stopped at a wide spot in on the road for a drink and to take in the scenery.
The variety of scenery on this route is amazing. You really have to make yourself ride past a lot of things you would like to stop and photograph or you would never get anywhere. We continued on our way, stopping only for the odd picture and to drink water, as it was wretchingly hot.
We found some pieces of BMW.
Took more photos
We ate up trail.
How can you beat roaring through green forest and bright purple wild flowers!!!
Each day seemed to end with a really great bit of windy pavement down country roads to a gas stop and something really cold to drink,
and a campsite somewhere pretty nice,
a place that makes you feel like you are sitting at your dining room table with the kids...
My brother enjoys playing with all the stuff he brings along with him, so from the time we stop to make camp till we go to sleep he fiddlefucks with his stuff.
We were kept up by some drunken noisy campers hooting and hollering till about four am, so we got up about an hour after they fell asleep and stealthily broke camp, we pushed our bikes down the trail and happily warmed them up right beside their tent. My bike really needs to be wound up to get it going in the morning, so does Tony's. We left Rimrock Lake in a cloud of dust and a roost for the tent wall and hit the trail extra early.
We climbed up into the hills
Rimrock Lake from above.
Views of Rainier and Adams and some great riding along ridge tops were the order of the day. Around every corner and over each rise we were met with WTF moments of wicked vistas.
The riding is fast and easy but it was hot as Hades, so we stopped a bunch to eat apples and drink water.
We rolled down along more great ridges and down to a creek where we ran into this fellow, who was waiting while his buddies tried out a new KLR, he looked crazier than a shit house rat so
when he offered us a beer Tony said yes , but I was too hot and wanted to go so I went ahead.
I rode down out of the hills and stopped to take a few shots in the shade.
I love looking at horses
and farm stuff
I was waiting for quite a while for my brother and decided that he had crashed and was bleeding over a bank so I retraced the track till I saw him coming out out of the hills. I turned around and rolled along the pavement into Ellensberg and filled up at the Esso. I was just finishing and knocking back a monster coffee when Tony rolled in and mumbled something about some problems and that he was going to wash his bike....I was so hot I didn't pay much attention so I went back into the gas station to drink another coffee drink and ponder why you would want to wash your bike in the middle of a trip.
Finally I went out side to find that Tony had spread his stuff out and was hosing his bike down and that everything was a sort of orange color. It turned out that he had an extra bag strapped onto the back of his bike and it had come loose, caught in the sprocket and that the BEAR SPRAY that he had in there had exploded and sprayed the whole back end of his bike and all the shit he had in the bag. There was also a spare butane canister that had taken a pretty good pounding as well, basically the makings of a dirty bomb.
I decided that I would go back into the gas station and chat with the owner and knock back yet another monster coffee drink to let the pepper smell dissipate, and listen for the Hazmat team sirens.
Eventually I went back out, to find that he had finished the hosing phase of the cleanup so I grabbed the hose to give my head a wash down because it was that hot. Suddenly I could feel a burning sensation in the outside corner of my right eye and down the side of my face, it hurt quite a bit but I went into the washroom and lathered up with hand soap and the pain went away in a few minute.
We decided to go and get some groceries and a new bag to replace the old ripped one so Tony pulled on his helmet and in a moment started yelling and swearing while long strands of snot ran from his nose!! I quickly fumbled for my camera while he pulled his helmet off.
Unfortunately he was able to retract the long snot strings before I got the shot but suffice it to say that he looked a bit like a walrus.
Tony ran into the store and butted into the lineup for the ladies bathroom postulating a string of curses. He scrubbed his face with the hand soap and emerged no worse for wear, except for the bleeding eyeballs and tear streaked dust that looked like a bad eyeliner job. We left before the Hazmat or Swat team arrived and headed for a nearby Albertson's to amaze the customers with our filthy demeanor and grab some groceries and a means for Tony to pack his stuff.
All this and it was barely 1 in the afternoon!! It was stinking hot and we still had a way to go. While Tony repacked again I waited in the shade with an iced coffee. We had started at about 04:30 that morning and had not eaten yet but I was buzzing pretty good now and wanted to ride!!!
We climbed up out of Ellensberg up to Table mountain on a winding paved road, and into th woods.
We rode along a cool ridge with some views, past Lion Rock.
Not too many pictures but we finally came to the sheep sign.
I told Tony you could get a sheep with a happy ending, and he believed me.
Little brothers believe anything you tell them.
We stopped at Haney Meadow horse camp for the night.
Tony fiddlefucked and I watched and we both had sneezing fits anytime either of us touch any of his gear. All in all a pleasant night with a fire and star watching and laughing about what happened that day. I fell asleep despite the gallon and a half of Monster coffees I had consumed and I think I heard Tony making bleating noises in his sleep. Maybe he was just snoring.