21 Aug 2018–I was first up and could smell fresh baked bread. I followed the scent and bought us fresh made cinnamon rolls to start the day. We packed and headed out of this exquisite mountain getaway.
The smoke was held at bay today. The roads were an enjoyable collection of sweeping turns through Eastern Oregon, not as challenging as yesterday, but with our longest mileage ahead of us, that was okay by us. On 395 we had a 20 minute wait for the pilot car to lead us through some fresh gravel and road construction.
After we exited the “Men Working” area, stopped to capture a picture of a rafter (flock) of about 30-40 turkeys crossing the road.
That oncoming log truck nailed one, but miraculously it darted into the woods after it went by.
We stopped in Mt. Vernon as the Silver Spur for lunch and just beat the rush. Jon ordered a side of tater tots that surprised even him.
This picture was taken after we all stole our share, it is unaltered by photoshop or any other devious photography program.
After lunch, Jon, inflicted to what we in the nautical parlance refer to channel fever–the need to get home ASAP, raced off into the distance. We met him at the end of a long line of vehicles waiting for the flagman to motion him through. Once again, he was off to the barn. Rachelle and I meandered at a pace a few mph above the posted speed. We fueled in Prineville where we ran into the woman from Wallowa. We rolled into the garage about 1630, after 6 hours 34 minutes in the saddle, 347 miles. The end to a great trip with friends to Nakusp and back.
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