Someone once gave me that moniker when I drove to Sisters one day to have a cup of coffee. This was the pre-social media days. Heck, it was the pre-digital camera days. I had to bring home a snowball as proof I had indeed, been over the pass to Sisters.
Today was another one of those days. Spur of the moment craziness that is.
Sisters was not in the plan, but at breakfast, somewhere between Cheerios and coffee, I succumbed to the siren call of a fantastic road seriously lacking in snow. Had been since I saw the pics of the summit with dry pavement a few days ago.
Old McKenzie Highway: Blue skies, crisp air, and an opportunity to be passed by Central Oregon roadies. What better way to spend the afternoon.
|Neither rain, nor sleet, nor lack of snow shall keep us from our appointed rides.|
|Ron found snow|
|Three Sisters - Beautiful|
|Proof I was here :)|
|Ron too! No snow Feb 2015|
|Same sign May 2012|
|Windy Point 2012|
|Ron - Three Sisters background again. 2012|
|September 2010. Three Sisters in background|
|February 2015 - Four plus years is too long to keep Sam away from here!|
Rumor has it a few intrepid riders have snuck motorbikes up past the gates. Try the west gate for fewer witnesses ;) Just kidding. Don't do that stuff! ;) ;)