On the way back home I took a detour, or what The Wife likes to call a “Don’t you get us stuck out here” road.
Because I wanted to get this pic of this valley
(Click to embiggen – I have a larger version I can email if any of y’all like this one)
This is at about 3800ft looking west atop Buck Creek Road looking out over the upper White River valley. If someone hadn’t gated Slippery Creek Road, I would have been able to get both Tacoma and Seattle in the same frame.
4th of July nights used to be specatcular up there.
Gorgeous!
Tell me that you’re not one of the (choose word carefully, RD!) misguided folk who take fireworks into the forest to celebrate Independence Day.
In my 66 years of life, I have personally witnessed the fireworks burn and sink a $20,000 boat at anchor, get someone’s roof going pretty good, and toast large areas of skin on two people (one was my Mom). Of course, I can read, and regularly read about much more damage than that.
I don’t want to see them banned (except they already are in OR, and it hasn’t stopped anyone from shooting them off), but I do think a specific personal liability law should be written to cover users, just so fire victims of others’ fireworks don’t have to work so hard to recover their losses. Of course, it would be nice if I could get paid back for the week-long pre-drenching of soil, landscaping and cedar board fencing I have to do every year at my own place, to the tune of at least $50 worth of extra city water.
No, RD. I’m talking about watching the two metro area’s displays from up there.
The only fireworks going on at my campsite are inside the tent, if you get my drift.
Dirtbikes can get around silly gates! I wish I had a license plate on the KTM – 80-miles do-able on the big gas tank – but its a two-stroke.
Dirtcrashr, that KTM is one of the best trail machines ever built. I wish I could afford a toy like that. Does Kali restrict it because it’s a two-stroke?
Oregon won’t, and we have some serious rides left in the Coast Range, even as the lock-it-up cabal is restricting more and more of them in the High Cascades.
It’s been years since I rode one, but my best ride in my yute was a Yamaha 360. It felt like the connection between my brain and the carburetor was not a cable, but a nerve extension.