Eric’s Breakfast

On day one of this adventure my escort, Eric Ross, had me start with a long hard climb. Today would be the same; a long slow climb out of the Gorge back to route 14. In honour of such suffering, I have decided to name a morning spent climbing “Eric’s Breakfast.”

With “Breakfast” now behind me, a day of glorious riding was to begin. Under blue skies, I rode in short-sleeves with a big smile. I soon rounded a corner and there it was; Mount Hood, 11,249′ of magnificence. It would remain on my left all day, reminding just how small and insignificant we really are.

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