Day 3 travel to OR, July 25Welcome to the Dakotas. Things don’t look much different but as the morning goes on things slowly change and are looking more like MT as I remember it.
People on the train are a very interesting collection. There are quite a few Mennonite and Amish families, which I guess makes perfect sense as they’re less likely to fly anywhere. Seating in the dining car is managed to fill out every table so as a twosome we eat each meal with another couple. We’ve had the chance to meet some nice folks (and some not so nice, or at least not so happy folks) and as always, it’s fascinating to watch their responses when we explain where we’re headed and what we’re going to be doing. For people who do not bicycle the entire idea often seems impossible or at least incomprehensible. You can sometimes see in their faces the unasked question – Why, why would you do such a thing? We try to explain the whole thing and some connect pretty enthusiastically.
As the day progresses we work our way across ND and into MT. We also change from central time to mountain standard time which means we’re two hours behind family and friends back home. This serves to increase the mounting sense of disconnection from home. That’s going to be a strange dimension to deal with. Email will make it handier in some respects, but not everyone emails yet, so it will be different. We’re hoping that my son will get my Mom & Dad set up on basic email within a week and that will make everything much easier. The puzzle here is that being disconnected from home and routine is in many ways a big part of the point of this trip, but at the same time being disconnected is hard. We’ll sort it out as we go.
Around dinner time we approached Glacier National Park and then drove through a large part of the Park as we ate. Absolutely gorgeous views. In some ways not so different from the Adirondacks at home, but even more so. The train stopped in Whitefish, MT long enough to get off for some fresh are which was cool in that we were here in 2000 as part of a bicycle trip and I remember Whitefish well.
We’ve already begun to track wildlife that is different for us. We saw a prairie dog in one of the small dusty towns in ND and a small group of antelope (prong horn?) on a hillside in MT. Still waiting for that first grizzly (me, not Judith, who says she’ll be fine with never seeing one).
During the night the train will split with part continuing to Seattle and our part (we hope) going on to Portland. From there we’ll take a bus that is somehow part of our Amtrak ticket to Portland and another to Florence, OR.
Day four, travel to OR – July 26 Well, it was a short night. We stopped in Spokane, WA so they could split the train. That woke me for quite a while. During the night we passed into Pacific standard time so with my body still somewhere between EST and CST it was very early here when I was up for good. We’ve begun to follow the Columbia River which is the border between WA and OR. The scenery is very different from home and very impressive again. It changes quickly from desert-like buttes to heavy forest on both sides of the river with Mt Hood very clearly in sight to the south.
I’m very curious to see what the weather is like as we hit Portland and then Florence. Crossing ND and MT the rest stops were brutally hot and it has been very hot throughout the North West. It has something to do with us – in 2001 we rode for a week in Maine and they experienced the hottest temps ever recorded there.
We arrived in Portland on time and had only about a hour before the Amtrak bus to Eugene. Staff was enormously helpful and friendly, gave us recommendations for lunch in Eugene and pointers for Florence too. Their advice about Eugene was great and we ended up getting a nice lunch there just a couple of blocks from the train station. Guess what – it’s 96 degrees here and people are stunned by the heat. So am I – and the idea of riding thru this soon with fully laden bicycles is daunting to say the least.
We arrived in Florence at about 6:30 after some delays with the bus link for the final leg. Our motel (The Lighthouse Inn) looks fine, modest but clean and friendly and only steps from where we were dropped. Our bikes are both waiting for us in our rooms and it is a full 30 degrees cooler here on the coast than in the inland area. We got some dinner in the Old Town riverside section of town and turned in. More tomorrow.
Michael
Welcome to OregonOregon's state flower is the Oregon Grape, the bird is the Western Meadowlark and the motto is "She flies with her own wings". I think this means "She rides on her own bike"! The capitol is Salem and the state slogan is "We love dreamers". (Not sure why a state needs a motto and a slogan but there you go.)
It's really beautiful here and everyone is warm and friendly but I can't wait until we actually get started....
Judith - the Glorius flyer