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Weekend Adventures

This page describes some of the wonderful day trips I have taken from my home base in West Linn, Oregon. It includes pictures and commentary of trips north to Washington, west to the coast, south to Bend, and east to Burns. Read below for my blog. 

Seaside, OR

Seaside, OR

Drift Creek Covered Bridge

Drift Creek Covered Bridge

Blue Raeven Pies, Amity, OR

Blue Raeven Pies, Amity, OR

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Deciding that a trip to the southernmost part of South America wouldn’t be complete without visiting penguins in their natural habitat, I set out on a cruise along the Beagle Chanel to Martillo Island to check out one of the world’s large
Wanting to make the most of my stay in Ushuaia, I headed out on a tour of the nearby Tierra Del Fuego National Park. With breathtaking mountain, river, and lake views, the sign at the southern terminus of Ruta 3, and the “End of The World&rdquo
Four border control and immigration stations, one ferry, multiple stretches of road construction and lots of wind later I was elated to finally reach Ushuaia, the extreme southern end of South America, after years of dreaming of making the journey. I
When I pulled into my hotel in Rio Gallegos after riding for almost five hours, most of the guests there were still enjoying their morning coffee. Seeing the day’s wind forecast after dinner the night before was all the motivation a night owl l
With the wind howling in my ears, I leaned hard into the westerly gusts, pressing my handlebars to the right and doing my best to keep the bike upright. As the force increased and I could feel my body being lifted from my seat, I sent up a prayer of
It’s a little unusual to be traveling by myself at Christmas time, but my visit to Comodoro Rivadavia reminded me that although I am traveling on my own, I am never alone. After underestimating the force of the wind in this part of Patagonia an
I hadn’t planned on staying in Puerto Madryn a second night and was looking at my Windy App during dinner trying to convince myself it was safe to ride the next day. But after discovering a travel advisory warning motorists to stay off the road
As the slick, dense, wet fur of the South American Sea Lions slid under my hand in the choppy waters off the Punta Loma Provincial Reserve, my eyes watered with joy inside my scuba mask. When I first made plans to ride south on my motorcycle from Bue
With gusts forecasted as high but manageable, I decided to throw caution to the wind and take a two-hour detour to check out some wildlife on the gulf of San Matias before heading south to Puerto Madryn for the evening. I got even more than I bargain
Splashing my way through the flooded streets of Azul shortly after the torrential morning showers stopped, I headed south on a rather arduous trek of over 650 miles in hot and humid weather, hoping to get some distance under my belt before the high w