Biking Near Yoncalla, Oregon
I took a beautiful fifteen mile bike ride with my husband over the Fourth of July weekend. We started out from Yoncalla, Oregon and biked a loop that including riding through the town of Drain. Yes, I know, they are unique names. I'm sure the residents of Drain have heard every type of pun and insult imaginable.
It was a beautiful ride, the weather was absolutely perfect and for most of the ways, there was no traffic. Just the type of conditions that I adore.
|I love the rolling green hills around Yoncalla.|
Starting off, just as we left Yoncalla, we hit a massive, lung-killing hill. No, I didn't bike the whole hill. I died well before the top. When I finally reached the peak, I threw nasty, hateful glances at my husband who biked to the top as if it were a tiny hill. I'm terribly jealous of him and his skinny bum.
|there are lots of old farms around Yoncalla that have been there for generations|
|my skinny-bummed husband|
|I loved this old truck out in a field|
|I look happy here because the horrid hill is far behind me. From there on it was pretty flat riding.|
|The Hasard House in Drain, Oregon|
|Covered bridge in Drain, Oregon|
The ride from Drain back to Yoncalla wasn't as fun. There were more cars, and the shoulder was almost nonexistent. I was not a happy camper after a rednecked 4x4 truck zoomed past me with an obnoxious honk that scared the blood right out of me. I admit, unkind words flashed through my mind, and if I had had a James Bond bike with rocket launchers attached, that truck would have been history. But, it was worth going that way just to see all the abandoned buildings. You know how I am about abandoned buildings.
|Practically a ghost town|