Daymaker - a person who performs acts of kindness with the intention of making the world a better place.
~ David Wagner
, author of Life as a Daymaker; how to change the world by making someone's day ~

DayMaker - any thought, word, or deed that spreads happiness, compassion, or fruitful ideas.
~ Annis Cassells ~

Friday, May 17, 2013

A Fetching of Firsts, Part 8: First Long-distance Solo Ride



Gold Beach, Oregon

First Long-distance Solo Ride 
                                 
Big Red, my ’92 Honda GoldWing, and I ventured out on our first long-distance solo ride in 1996. I’d made a few plans, plotting a route that would take us up the California and Oregon coasts. Our destination was Port Townsend, Washington, where an elderly, treasured friend lived. After a few days’ stay, we’d head south to Seattle, stop to see friends in Albany, and then ride down the I-5 corridor to Ashland, Oregon, for the Shakespeare Festival, then back to Bakersfield.

Kicking off my journey, I rode out one June morning for an ABATE rally at the Paso de Robles fairgrounds. I would meet up with several of my California Sunblazers friends and other women from around the state for a women’s-only ride. Sixteen of us rode in tandem to Morro Bay, pulling onto a wooden pier and lining up our bikes for a group photo after lunch.

After bidding the group good-bye that afternoon, I set off to spend the first night on the road at a little motel in San Simeon. The introspective evening alone allowed me to concentrate on the adventure to come, reviewing maps and remembering the safety tips I’d heard from fellow riders.

Excitement and the anticipation of a thrilling day riding the coast woke me up early. It was exhilarating to take in the beauty, be responsible for myself, and focus on my route and destination. I navigated my way through Monterey and on to Oakland, arriving at my daughter Asila’s apartment, where I would spend the night. From there, the next day I’d be at the American Youth Hostel in the Redwoods.

On the coast at Monterey

Hostel hopping up the Pacific Coast Highway to Bandon and Seaside, Oregon, added both mystery and comfort. Along the way, I had the freedom to experience coastal towns and villages, knowing that I’d have safe, inexpensive lodging for the night. The mystery was in not knowing exactly what the hostel would be like and what other travelers would be there. I delighted in this environment in which fellow travelers shared stories, book recommendations, recipes, and travel tips.

On the fourth day out, I rode into Gold Beach, Oregon, about 11 AM. Hungry for lunch, a welcoming-looking seafood restaurant, The Chowderhead, on the west side of Highway 101, looked promising. I made the left turn into the empty parking lot and found a flat spot for my bike. Upon entering, waitress greeted me and showed me to a table. 

I was still reading the menu when the door flew open to reveal a man dressed in motorcycle gear and holding his helmet. He did what motorcyclists do: surveyed the room to locate the owner of the bike he’d spotted in the parking lot. I motioned to him to join me.  He was riding a white GoldWing and heading south. This chance meeting with John from South Carolina became a lovely encounter that turned into a friendship. Several years later, when I rode across country, John was away, but I stopped and visited with his wife Millie.

Port Townsend and my friend Brick greeted me on the sixth day. Brick and I were both proud of me. Several days later, after showing me around his boyhood home and Friday Harbor, Brick waved me good-bye from the restaurant where we met his family for breakfast. It would be three days to Ashland, including a stop at Richard and Roberta’s in Albany, two days of Shakespeare, and one long riding day home. 
Shakespeare Festival, Ashland, OR

I’d made it through fair weather and rain, back roads, ferry crossings, big cities, two-lane highways, and congested freeways; over 3,000 miles. Big Red had performed beautifully, never causing me a moment’s worry. Being able to find my way and to handle my motorcycle and myself in the world made me proud. It showed me that I had inner strength as well as stamina. It set me up for future solo cross-country rides.  

“I am woman; hear me and my motorcycle roar!”

~ xoA ~


12 comments:

  1. Amazing! You are the kind of woman our daughters need to look up to and know.

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    1. That's very kind of you, Iola. Thank you. Great to see you at the WOK meeting. xoA

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  2. Sounds like a grand adventure. And I'd so like to get to go to Ashland for the Shakespeare Festival. I went up for a quick trip a couple years ago and the company I was there to visit in Medford got me tickets to "Twelfth Night". The rest of the trip sounds like fun too. Especially the food.

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    1. The trip was another one of those life-changing moments.

      If you get the chance, do get up to Ashland. We try to spend a few days enmeshed in theater every couple of years. There are many wonderful restaurants in Ashland, too. xoA

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  3. I am in awe of your adventuresome spirit...there is so much of this journey that would scare me to death...but it sounds exhilarating! I must confess...I had heard of youth hostels but only in reference to traveling abroad. I did not know we had them in the States. I guess it's true...you learn something new every day!

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    1. Hosteling is a wonderful way to travel, Anna. Yes, you have to keep an eye on your valuables if you should be sharing a "dorm room", just like anywhere. But, you meet such interesting people. I also feel safe there when traveling alone. Some hostels, have private rooms and charge more, but it's still less than hotels for lone travelers.

      Thanks for your encouraging and kind comments.

      xoA

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  4. That is amazing! Way to go. That is very intense travels. I don't know if I would ever have the courage to make a trip like that. Great Post!

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  5. Thanks, Donnee. I was a wonderful trip in so many ways. xoA

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  6. I really enjoy reading about your adventurous spirit and courage to ride so many miles by yourself. Such wonderful memories.

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    1. These memories and the growth that I made on that trip have been treasures. Thanks, Joan. xoA

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  7. Annis--

    Thank you for your lovely blog. I'm not a motorcyclist, yet i feel the breeze in my face, riding the coast when I read this blog.

    I made my first Ashland Shakespeare festival last year. We drove up to to see aging relations, then down to Crater Lake (always a treat) and finally Ashland. The festival was marvelous--enhanced by a college professor's lectures before and after.

    A special treat on the ride home was a detour to McArthur Burney Falls. It was surprisingly gorgeous! I made my traditional, ceremonial dip in the pool below the falls--yes, warmer than Yosemite, but surprisingly, not by much.

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  8. Thanks so much for writing and sharing your Oregon and Burney Falls adventures. I've enjoyed the pre-play lectures at the Shakespeare Festival, too.
    xoA

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