Meandering

[whalerautumn]

Within 15 minutes of leaving home Saturday, I mentioned to Leslie, a new friend and excellent pillion, that I couldn't believe that I had forgotten the camera. Her statement was that we would both see everything together so a camera was redundant, but I had a feeling. Did one of my standard breakfast rides to Hazel's in Clarkston (recommended) followed with the obligatory stop at Mac's, where they had an open house and demo ride going. After being reassured that my passenger was in no way ready to cut the day short, headed towards Asotin and Rattlesnake. This was to be the nicest day I have had on this particular road with temps in the low eighties and nary a pothole in site and a girl on the back willing to put up with my choice of tunes, pay attention and enjoy the ride. As we broke over into Oregon and headed towards Enterprise we started to see herds of sheep and sheepherder camps. After putting up with the South Dakota girls jabs about my proclivities as a misplaced Montana hick, we sailed into Enterprise for a fillup. Got gas and moved out of the way before heading in to wash the honeybee goo from my shield. Came out to a trio of dirtbikes around my old and dirty RT. Visor up, one of the riders stuck out his hand and asked about my membership here and my handle. As he pulled off his helmet that big grin appeared and I said "of course, it is Wurty, nice to see you again". This was followed by discussions of Torreys past and retirement and long detours due to snow and a short highway jaunt to Joseph. After a wave of departure we headed on to Lake Wallowa before turning for home. Another wonderful ride over Tollgate and it was kickstand down at 5 oclock in the garage. All in all a great day, but I've been here long enough to know that it didn't happen. Now to figure out when I pulled the camera out of the tankbag.