Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Adventure 144: Spring Training Ride: Harrington to St. John

Same Old Charm
We travelled a large total of thirty five miles (or so) to Sprague, where we stayed for three nights. In two days we rode eighty miles through the spring greening of the wheat and alfalfa.  The first day we rode toward St. John. The wind was stronger that the forecast promised, so we cut the ride short at just over thirty miles in a tour that included a visit to downtown Lamont, WA. The second day, we rode to Harrington and back for a grand total of fifty miles. We shared a BLT at the Harrington Golf and Country Club for lunch, and we averaged eleven and a half miles per hour, which at this stage of conditioning is quite pleasing. Nothing to report except a sore rear end and a tender hamstring, which always surfaces since I injured it in the 4.5 Club finals, which I lost to John Radcliffe in three sets. Sprague is a sleepy prairie town which sits on the edge of pot hole lake country. It's filled with basalt outcroppings, rolling terrain, and (usually) strong winds. The winds were nearly silent on the trip over and back to Harrington. For this we were grateful. I have been beating the Wily Cager quite regularly, but her sketchy play continues unabated. We're happy with our start to the training season for our summer bike tour with the Drouins'. Now, our goal is to continue on a daily basis. If we can do that, life will be good, especially today.
 Best looking truck and trailer in the park.
 The sights of downtown Sprague includes a parking lot full of venerable trucks basking on their former glory.
 Internationals.
 GMCs
 Soft light for a rusty life.
 My Honey Bunny just before our halibut dinner.
 Every two hours twenty four seven a train bellows by.


 The inhabitants need to be quite tough to make it around here.
 The marker to one of the family's (Millers) homes.
 One of the more recently used buildings in Lamont.
 My Bunny committed petty larceny to gather these lilacs.
 The road beckons.
 Moss green rock outcropping.

 You can meet all kinds of hot biker babes at the golf course.
 Big brown barn.
 Smaller brown barn.

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