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Day 8: Beaverton to Wheatland Winery
Having taken care of the busted wheel on Monday, it was time to get rolling again on Tuesday. I got off to my customary late start after getting repacked and mailing >10 pounds of stuff back home.
The route out of Beaverton was really busy, with tons of stoplights. There was a bike lane or at least a shoulder for most of it, so it wasn't terrible, just not pretty and stop-and-go. At one point I think I hit seven reds in a row.
Once I hit Tigard, I picked up 99W, which was busy and fast, but it was the most direct road. The shoulder was littered with debris, but nothing like the mess of sticks and bark on the Lewis and Clark bridge.
There were a few neat things along the way, like these life-sized sculptures of Jake and Elwood Blues:
In Dayton there was this cool little fort in a park:
I made pretty good time, and before long I arrived in Wheatland, where there's a neat little ferry:
Next door to the ferry is the Wheatland Winery, which is owned and operated by my friends Jake and Sonja along with Jake's parents Jeff and Sharon. Everyone was out of town except Jeff, but he made me feel very welcome. He showed me around the winery then we went to the Golden Valley brewpub in McMinnville for dinner. Chicken-fried steak sounded like a good idea, but too much gravy made it a bit of a mushy feast.
When we returned to the winery, we hung out on the back porch, tasted some wine and enjoyed an evening of conversation under the stars. We even listened to Paul's Boutique with my iPod speakers. All in all, a very fun night.
Jeff was nice enough to let me sleep in the spare bedroom, and even offered to let me stay longer if I wanted. Everyone in Oregon has been super nice, which has made it a little difficult to get down the road. The bike won't pedal itself, though, and tomorrow I'm off to Corvallis, home of the Oregon State University Beavers. Today I did 40 miles, and tomorrow I'll do a bit more.
:: Keith 22:27 [link] :: ::
