Riding and snapping with My I-Phone, I cannot do justice to what I see.
A shaft of light on a desert plateau.
But all roads now lead to Maillot, I hitch my Pony to the post on the right.
But the owners up and sold, "oil in the Dakotas" they said.
Eager to climb early in the day and descend to face the winds of the Methow Valley.
nastier in the day more quiescent in the wee hours.
For the siren call no longer so dim.
More sleep than usual at Mazama, the dress is light
4 leftover cans of ensure-plus mailed by a Dear Friend
My insulated water bottles are frozen solid. I ration my actions one photo, one put on Showers Pass, one can of ensure down and down the hill whispering OHM.
Near Marblemount I meet the the first pass climbers in their touring gear. They wonder why I crossed the pass so early, I could explain logistics and time in the bank, but I would rather spend the time at Tootsies.
I need nothing else till Granite Falls, one cherry pie, one apple pie and a coke for the road.