This morning it's about 29 out, but the wind's down a lot. No excuse needed to ride today. It's Sunday and B Brown gave the law, back in '72, "...Ride) On Any Sunday." It's getting light. I like riding in the dark. My first zero-miles bike rolled out the shop door on a Friday, after school. "Keep it under 30 the first hundred miles and the transfer case in high", the man said. 1968 CT 90. Put the hundred on that warm night riding out through the orange groves. In the dark behind the small 6v lighted patch on road, fence-posts and trees, it could have be anywhere. I still daydream at night, in fog, that I am anywhere.
Road out to Cove, west, up the Malhuer. Not much left of Cove. The highway went down the other side of the river, then they pulled out the train tracks through town. Nice riding up around Bully Creek, and along Little Valley RD.
My point and shoot is crap when trying to catch a bald eagle fishing the Malhuer.
I give you, Cove.