Fontanaman
Robin Trower
I am getting close to getting the '17 FJR all set up. Mostly just adding protective vinyl film. I got the bike back from Texas on March 20th and since then have been a a few day rides but I was looking for more. Northeast Oregon came to mind but I wasn't sure if I would be welcome there just yet.
I have been in Spokane now for 24 months and have missed riding along Boulder Creek Road to Chesaw. These great roads there plus I had a Heli Triple Clamp to deliver to JuniorFJR who lives in Wenatchee. This became a special delivery two day ride and the weather was perfect.
My route is along roads I know well. Springtime is special with wild flowers, lots of water flowing and new growth on the trees.
The Spokane River at Little Falls Hydroelectric Power Plant
The Spokane River ends it journey merging Lake Roosevelt aka the Columbia River and I stopped to take this photo.
While stop I snap a shot of what's ahead,
and what is behind.
Mudget Lake is a scenic spot.
Today is the first weekend people are allowed to fish and there were lots of people out.
On the right a fisherman is crossing the road kicking his fish. You can't see it in the photo. I am slowing down and come to a stop due to the pedestrian traffic. Don't know why the fellow was kicking his fish. The fishermen looked at the FJR longingly as if they wish they were out riding rather than sitting on their arses contemplating the contents of their fish hook. I was happy to be a motorcycle rider and not a fisherman today.
Purple flower just after Mudget Lake.
The Columbia River hasn't filled up yet. It won't be long. Parts of the river are polluted with heavy metals from mines up river. Where the sand is toxic just stay off the beach, the water is fine, mostly.
Snow capped mountains in the distance.
The route take me through Kettle Falls and the falls used to look like this pre Grand Coulee Dam.
The Kettle River just north of, wait for it; here it comes, come on you can guess, pause for a dramatic moment,
Kettle Falls.
Cabin along Kettle River.
Boulder Creek Road is the northern most paved road in Washington running east and west just below the US Canadian border.
It is quiet out here. Peaceful. Nice.
Just outside of Curlew I pull over along the Kettle River for a snack and strip off a layer. No photos.
A heavily cropped and rotated photo as this was a behind the back shot of Beth Lake along the road to Chesaw.
Heading west again photographically speaking.
Beth and Beaver Lakes are located in a canyon with steep mountains on each side. This explains why the road is so close the lake.
Back in farming land on the way to Chesaw.
Coming into Chesaw reminds me of some small mining town in Colorado. Notice the speed limit sign and caution sign both advise 25 mph. Quaint.
Chesaw has few summer homes and many people were out in their RVs enjoying a grand Mother's Day weekend.
I head for Mansfield Washington. Just outside of town is Yeager Rock along with lot of other rocks scatter in the farmland. I am in a glacial moraine dating back to the last ice age 15-20,000 years ago. These rocks were left when the Cordilleran Ice sheet retreated.
The rocks dot the landscape forcing farmers to work around them. Farmers have stacked smaller rocks, the rocks they can move, around the larger ones.
I roll into Wenatchee catch a nap before meeting with JuniorFJR to drop off the Heli Clamps. He smoked some very good ribs for dinner and we talked about retirement and projects. He has several projects going on. Very impressive. Just before sundown I head back to my hotel and get ready for tomorrow. It was a nice day to be on the FJR and meet with JuniorFJR and his wife.
To be continued.
I have been in Spokane now for 24 months and have missed riding along Boulder Creek Road to Chesaw. These great roads there plus I had a Heli Triple Clamp to deliver to JuniorFJR who lives in Wenatchee. This became a special delivery two day ride and the weather was perfect.
My route is along roads I know well. Springtime is special with wild flowers, lots of water flowing and new growth on the trees.
The Spokane River at Little Falls Hydroelectric Power Plant
The Spokane River ends it journey merging Lake Roosevelt aka the Columbia River and I stopped to take this photo.
While stop I snap a shot of what's ahead,
and what is behind.
Mudget Lake is a scenic spot.
Today is the first weekend people are allowed to fish and there were lots of people out.
On the right a fisherman is crossing the road kicking his fish. You can't see it in the photo. I am slowing down and come to a stop due to the pedestrian traffic. Don't know why the fellow was kicking his fish. The fishermen looked at the FJR longingly as if they wish they were out riding rather than sitting on their arses contemplating the contents of their fish hook. I was happy to be a motorcycle rider and not a fisherman today.
Purple flower just after Mudget Lake.
The Columbia River hasn't filled up yet. It won't be long. Parts of the river are polluted with heavy metals from mines up river. Where the sand is toxic just stay off the beach, the water is fine, mostly.
Snow capped mountains in the distance.
The route take me through Kettle Falls and the falls used to look like this pre Grand Coulee Dam.
The Kettle River just north of, wait for it; here it comes, come on you can guess, pause for a dramatic moment,
Kettle Falls.
Cabin along Kettle River.
Boulder Creek Road is the northern most paved road in Washington running east and west just below the US Canadian border.
It is quiet out here. Peaceful. Nice.
Just outside of Curlew I pull over along the Kettle River for a snack and strip off a layer. No photos.
A heavily cropped and rotated photo as this was a behind the back shot of Beth Lake along the road to Chesaw.
Heading west again photographically speaking.
Beth and Beaver Lakes are located in a canyon with steep mountains on each side. This explains why the road is so close the lake.
Back in farming land on the way to Chesaw.
Coming into Chesaw reminds me of some small mining town in Colorado. Notice the speed limit sign and caution sign both advise 25 mph. Quaint.
Chesaw has few summer homes and many people were out in their RVs enjoying a grand Mother's Day weekend.
I head for Mansfield Washington. Just outside of town is Yeager Rock along with lot of other rocks scatter in the farmland. I am in a glacial moraine dating back to the last ice age 15-20,000 years ago. These rocks were left when the Cordilleran Ice sheet retreated.
The rocks dot the landscape forcing farmers to work around them. Farmers have stacked smaller rocks, the rocks they can move, around the larger ones.
I roll into Wenatchee catch a nap before meeting with JuniorFJR to drop off the Heli Clamps. He smoked some very good ribs for dinner and we talked about retirement and projects. He has several projects going on. Very impressive. Just before sundown I head back to my hotel and get ready for tomorrow. It was a nice day to be on the FJR and meet with JuniorFJR and his wife.
To be continued.