In Antelope, I grabbed a bite. Another “blonde” moment occurred as I ordered the special, a TOMATO stuffed with curried tuna. I must say that I am alive to tell the tale and it was awfully tasty!
The owner of this place had written a book on the Rajneeshees, which I read while eating my lunch. Oh my, what a story that was. I remember the incident however did not know all the details supplied in this book. I felt like I was reading a soap opera story that simply could not be true, however it was true. I was a bit numbed by the time lunch was complete and ready to escape back to the sanity of riding!
As I left the restaurant, a woman nearly 90, approached me asking me if, “I rode that thing??” I proudly claimed that I most certainly did and she repied, “bravo to you, young lady”. I was thinking how relative age was to her if she considered me “young” ; ). Anyway, we discussed how much the role of women had changed over the years and she couldn’t espouse enough pride in how things were better for women. I loved this woman!!
This little road was right outside of Antelope and was quite the fun little run!
My first look at the mountains
My second on Hwy 216
And my final before entering Portland
From Government Camp into Portland was a long slog of invisibility. I was cut off twice, and had a deer terrified in traffic. What a mess. The speed limit is 45MPH all the way into Portland and people actually respect the speed limit, but seeing many of the drivers, I can understand why. Here I had ridden all those miles, to nearly be hit twice in a matter of minutes outside Portland.
I was glad to reach my son, Daniel’s home in NE Portland! Ah, how the grandbabies had grown!
Day’s Miles—305
