This is the elevation profile from our Adventure Cycling map. We were riding west, so read it from right to left. Washington served up a few passes. |
Monday, September 2 - Friday, September 6, 2019
When I think about northern Washington, it's the passes I remember most: Sherman, Wauconda, Loup Loup, Washington. Just past Washington we had one left, Rainy, almost an afterthought. We had to skip it.
All summer I'd been looking forward to riding through the Cascades. I'd heard about how beautiful they are, as spectacular as the Rockies. Neither Rob nor I had ever been there; we were ready to be impressed. I figured it would take us several days to pass through them and we'd take some extra time to do some hiking. It didn't happen that way at all.
We had some climbing to do. Once we summited Logan Pass in Glacier we thought, we're good. We can tackle anything now. Then we got to Sherman.
On Monday, September 2, we started our day with 20 mostly flat miles along the Pend Oreille River.
When I think about northern Washington, it's the passes I remember most: Sherman, Wauconda, Loup Loup, Washington. Just past Washington we had one left, Rainy, almost an afterthought. We had to skip it.
All summer I'd been looking forward to riding through the Cascades. I'd heard about how beautiful they are, as spectacular as the Rockies. Neither Rob nor I had ever been there; we were ready to be impressed. I figured it would take us several days to pass through them and we'd take some extra time to do some hiking. It didn't happen that way at all.
On Monday, September 2, we started our day with 20 mostly flat miles along the Pend Oreille River.
We crossed over the Pend Oreille River on our way to the tiny town of Ione where we looked forward to getting a second breakfast. |
The bridge was built in 1934. |
"Is there anyplace to get breakfast?" I asked.
"The closest place is about 14 miles, uphill, at the Beaver Lodge."
Rob and I decided we'd better fuel up with a donut and cup of tea.
The hill was a tough one; I had to put everything I had into it. Rob continues to impress me, the way he just keeps plugging along. He doesn't believe me, but I think that several years ago, when I changed the gearing on his bike, I gave him some climbing gears that surpassed mine. I'm glad I did. I don't think he'd make it without them.
Because of Rob's lung disease, I always lose him on the hills. But I was happy to stop after two and four miles to wait for him. I caught my breath, drank some water, wiped the sweat off my face, and learned a new tune on my whistle, Pays de Haut.
The Beaver Lodge and Resort at the top of the climb was nothing fancy, a rustic log building housing a bare bones cafe and general store along with cabins to rent on a small lake. We didn't get our second breakfast; it was time for lunch. We ordered burgers and fries, well-deserved junk food after a thousand-foot climb.
The Beaver Lodge and Resort at the top of the climb was nothing fancy, a rustic log building housing a bare bones cafe and general store along with cabins to rent on a small lake. We didn't get our second breakfast; it was time for lunch. We ordered burgers and fries, well-deserved junk food after a thousand-foot climb.
The climb up Sherman Pass offered no dramatic scenic views so I didn't get my camera out until the summit. Here comes Rob. |
It took us six hours, from 10:30 until 4:30, to ride 25 miles to the summit. But even then we weren't done.
A view from the descent. |
Around 7:00 we arrived at the drugstore where Patty, our host worked. It was closed, but Patty came outside to give us directions to her house. We still had a 3/4 mile climb. Patty said later, "I try to have cyclists meet at the drugstore because I don't want them to know about that last bit of climbing until they've gotten here." We had to dig deep to find the energy for that last hill.
Patty and her husband Rob live on the outskirts of town in the house where they raised three sons, all grown. Many Warm Showers hosts are empty nesters, offering their children's bedrooms to bicycle tourists. As Rob and I settled in, we discussed our plan for the next day. We both knew we needed a rest day before tackling the next pass. I said, "I'll talk to Patty and ask if we can stay another night. If we can't we'll get a motel room."
After showering I joined Patty in the kitchen. She asked what our plans were for the next day. I hesitated, then said, "We were wondering if we might be able to stay another night."
She immediately said, "Of course. Most cyclists want to take a rest day. Either direction. Coming from the west coast, they've come from sea level and climbed three passes usually in three days. From the east, they've just done Sherman."
Patty's husband Rob was in Alaska, returning the next day. Even though she'd had a long day filling prescriptions, she cooked us a delicious dinner of fettucine alfredo with zucchini and dungeness crab.
Patty's husband Rob was in Alaska, returning the next day. Even though she'd had a long day filling prescriptions, she cooked us a delicious dinner of fettucine alfredo with zucchini and dungeness crab.
I was surprised at how dry everything was. Expecting to be in the Cascades by now, Patty had told me, "No, you are still in the western foothills of the Rockies." |
In Tonasket we found the visitor center on the main street with free camping in back. The little camping area was quite lovely, with a picnic table and green lawn. We had it to ourselves. A sign let us know to expect the sprinklers to come on at 9 a.m. and directed us to showers at the convenience store a couple blocks away and the library next door. On our way to the library we passed the police station with a sign on the door: "Police station permanently closed." We were happy to see a couple Sheriff cars pull into the visitor center parking lot later in the evening. At least the town wasn't completely lawless.
When we asked at the library and convenience store about recommendations for a restaurant, we consistently got the same three mentioned. The first two were all-American food - burgers and that sort of thing. The last, a Mexican restaurant, was closed. But we found a farmer's market and a well-stocked grocery store so we were able to have fresh corn, sauteed summer squash with onion and tomato, and mac and cheese for dinner. We've discovered that, without butter, salt does not stick to corn-on-the-cob very well, but it is still delicious. For dessert we walked to the grocery store across the street and bought a pint of ice cream to share; we were able to agree on vanilla with caramel swirl.
We camped behind the building on the left. We had to walk down the street for showers but the visitors center had a bathroom that was clean and left open. |
Friday, September 6, was a planned easy day before tackling the next two passes. When we pulled into Omak after eleven o'clock, and only 28 miles, we still had another five miles to Okanogen. But Rob saw a Mexican restaurant and that was the end of our riding for the day. He insisted that I order a margarita; he knows how much I enjoy them. When he said he wanted to stay in Omak for the night because it was bigger than Okanogen. I was in no condition to argue. Between the chips and salsa, an enchilada and chili relleno, and the margarita, all I wanted was a nap.
On our way to Omak, not in the Cascades yet. |
We found the campground on the outskirts of town, Rob set up the tent, we got out our sleeping pads, and laid down in the shade and slept for an hour.
We camped next to the Stampede Arena. Check out the steep dirt road to the right. That's where they have what they call the Suicide Race. On horses. |
After waking up, we walked back into town to find the library. When we got kicked out at five o'clock so they could close, we stopped at a natural food store for a soda. Then we went in search of ice cream. We couldn't find any, but, looking down a side street, we saw the Breadliner Cafe, which looked promising. After our big lunch, we were definitely not looking to go out for another meal, but when we walked inside, got seated and looked at the menu, we knew we were going to have to order something.
This turned out to be the kind of restaurant where, if we lived nearby, we would be regulars. We shared a spinach lasagne that was topped with an alfredo sauce instead of mozzarella cheese. It came with a small serving of perfectly cooked brocolli, summer squash, and carrots, and a side salad with house made lemon mint dressing. Rob ordered a huckleberry shake for dessert. I was just going to have a taste, but it came with the metal container filled about a third with leftovers, a perfect amount for someone who didn't really want dessert. Everyting was delicious and the decor was great fun. Three bicycles hung from the ceiling as well as countless musical instruments. The walls were filled with assorted pictures and shelves full of antique pots. It was a visual delight.
This turned out to be the kind of restaurant where, if we lived nearby, we would be regulars. We shared a spinach lasagne that was topped with an alfredo sauce instead of mozzarella cheese. It came with a small serving of perfectly cooked brocolli, summer squash, and carrots, and a side salad with house made lemon mint dressing. Rob ordered a huckleberry shake for dessert. I was just going to have a taste, but it came with the metal container filled about a third with leftovers, a perfect amount for someone who didn't really want dessert. Everyting was delicious and the decor was great fun. Three bicycles hung from the ceiling as well as countless musical instruments. The walls were filled with assorted pictures and shelves full of antique pots. It was a visual delight.
We crossed this river in Omak when we walked from the campground to the downtown. |
The town of Omak had a tired and rundown feel to it. Like so many of the towns we ride through, you get the sense that their shining glory is behind them. It's fun to find the sparks of a future - a natural foods store, a quality Mexican restaurant, a top-notch restaurant like the Breadliner Cafe that was clearly doing a booming business.
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