September is a mild month in south central Washington. Sunny days with a bit of nip in the air. Lots of crops ready for harvest including the grapes in the vineyards. Normally, the grape smell overloads your sniffer this time of year, but the nearby forest fires in the Cascade Mountains have created a heavy smoke in the valley overpowering the harvest scents.
To hell with the smoke, we went riding! Harley riding with the family. Mike’s parents have a beautiful, new cherry red Harley trike and they know how to use it. You would never know they are 83 and 78 years old. They look fabulous and are having the time of their lives. (Picture at far left) Five hours of seat time up to Chinook Pass and back; they never missed a beat.
Along with Mike’s sister, Barb, and husband, Jerry, and Jerry’s sister and brother and their spouses, we made a gang of Harley (and Honda) riders.
Our destination on Chinook Pass was Whistlin’ Jack for lunch. But, of course, it is all about the journey not the destination.
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