The fields of grown grass and sprouting grass seed were such a bright green, I had to take my sunglasses off to believe my eyes. Christmas, chartreuse, grass-green. Emerald, kelly, olive, pea.
Finally at the Calapooia Brew House in Albany, lunching with folks and drying out, eating hot soup and tots, I felt quite peaceful. Then a quick dash off to Turner, with a looming time cut-off. On the way, Parrish Gap Road, a new favorite.
Getting darker and colder, the skies cleared up. Starry views and a socked-in moon were spirit-lifters. On, on, on, until Wilsonville. Home-stretched it to the pub. I learned a lot of important lessons on this ride. Three pairs of gloves is one too few. Pick perms with few turns late in the day since it'll be dark and hard to read. Little hotties make great friends.