Wednesday, June 29, 2016 We are always moving. Whether it is on our bikes or in a car or on our feet. Sometimes the moving is from one stage to another -- from denial to acceptance, from independence to dependence... We did our exercises by the cliff and then we were hungry so we knocked on our host's door. She swung the door wide and welcomed us in with a big smile. How nice is that! She put George to work chopping onions and I went to work making coffee. Peyt put out a nice spread of an omelette with spinach, onion and colored sweet peppers. She dined with us and the conversation flowed wonderfully. Then off we were to bike. We drove to the trail that Peyt had shown us yesterday. Across the Hood River Bridge. Up a winding road for only about 1/2 mile. It was very windy. I asked another couple that was just starting their ride how long the rail was. He said 9 miles round trip. It was a WONDERFUL short ride.
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.