After you dry your hair you can vacuum your car!
What a great sign for such a small town
The little town of Bly, OR is around 40 miles west from Lakeview right on highway 140. It’s a smallish place with a friendly atmosphere; very much like small towns everywhere. Farming and ranching are the main pastimes for the local citizens although there are other means of earning a living. “Antique” shops for one thing are always prevalent no matter where you travel and Bly has its share.
Beer Cave? For real? Really?
Warm summer smells everywhere
During World War II Bly held the unique distinction of being the one and only mainland US city to suffer casualties from Japanese bombings. A large sign in the city park tells the story and for those needing further proof there's a monument located at the actual site just a few miles away. I remember hearing about the fire bombs launched against the Oregon coast but this was the first time I’d visited the area.
No gas today. Maybe none tomorrow either.
.I took a couple of pics and as I crossed the highway to get a closer view of the welcome sign I attracted the attention of the local pit bull and his 3-legged companion. I love dogs as you all know and they seem to sense it but this pair were acting very aggressive and made a bee-line towards me. I stood my ground which seemed to confuse the snarling little pit bull and for a few delicate moments it was a Mexican standoff. (Can I still use that term?) Then a large truck attracted their attention, probably because he was moving slowly and sensing they could run him off they abandoned me for easier prey. Good doggies; go get the big bad truck…
Three legs are better than two if you're a dog
The Jesus Loves You Church
Modoc Motors is long gone
Modoc Motors yard holds relics of the past
Is this a great old building or what? Check out the 2nd story door
Nice kiosks for people who can read
More Rogue Gorge
Around 25 miles before reaching Canyonville I stopped for lunch at an old country roadside spot called the South Fork Café. It’s been there since 1949 according to the gal running the place but she couldn’t tell me much more. I commented to her it would be interesting to travelers if she had old photographs that could be hung and she pointed out a patch of original wall paper. Whenever they paint the inside they leave that one area untouched which is every bit as neat as a photograph. That's more than a little weird, eh? Outside there’s a long rock wall which the original owner had built with rocks he’d collected during his travels all over the USA. He must have toured in a dump truck. Maybe he knew my dad...
Priorities..we all have 'em
Does "Rustic" come to mind here? No? How about rusty?
Convenience store ala South Fork Cafe
Original 1949 Wall Paper...heya heya heyaAs soon as I arrived I was treated with a glass of cold iced tea, free for nothing. That was followed by one of the best BLT’s I’ve ever had, fixed from scratch of course. Who wouldn’t like that little café? Some of the locals dropped in to chat it up with the waitress, one of them a guy with every other tooth missing. Very scary looking but probably way cool around Halloween time. As I departed I noticed an older Honda creation parked outside and I thought how impressive their products are, seemingly indestructible. I'm pretty sure it belongs to the toothy guy.
Someone ought to shoot this critter...Wait, someone already has!
The rest of the ride home was nearly on autopilot; I set the cruise control on a steady 60 mph and watched the scenery play by. My route took me through Roseburg, then onto highway 42 past Winston and eventually the town of Coquille. As I passed by the coffee shop where Jerry Smith and I often meet I spotted his car and performing a U-turn without dropping the bike I headed back. His dog Daisy wagged her tail as I passed their car and I caught up with him inside scoring a cookie and coffee. He was surprised to see me and we sat outside enjoying the sunny afternoon catching up on the past few weeks.
After awhile I realized I’d probably better get home so I said goodbye and got back on the road. As I pulled into Bandon I missed the first of our three stoplights and while I was waiting for the green Linda drove by in her Volvo. For a moment I was caught off guard but finally woke up and waved but by then she was gone. We only live seven miles out of town so I figured it would be fun to catch up to her on the way home but I missed the other two lights. What are the odds of missing all three lights in a little Podunk town like Bandon?
Dogs ignoring me...good to see you too
Anyway as it turned out she made a stop at one of the stores so I beat her home by a few minutes. Daisy and Chance were confused about the big yellow motorcycle but soon caught on to who was on it. Bedlam broke loose for awhile, then they settled down and went about ignoring me the way dogs do when you leave them alone too long. Shortly after that Linda arrived and the bedlam began once again. Dogs really enjoy living moment to moment don’t they?
I guess this will do it, I’m home and happy as a clam with the way things went on the ride; I met lots of new people, visited old friends, had great times, gained back all of the weight I’d struggled to lose and in general thoroughly enjoyed the summer. For those of you interested in such things the combined total mileage between Green Girl and the Yellow Peril tipped the scales a bit over 11,000 miles. I haven't a clue what the cost was and I don't really care; I figure if you go on a cruise you come home with memories, photos, maybe a few souveniers and lots of receipts. This wasn't much different except for the large yellow item in the garage.
In closing I’d like to say for all of you who opened up your homes to me a special thank you; you’re among my very best friends, and for the rest who spent an afternoon or evening with me I owe a lot. These annual rides are very special to me and knowing people like you makes them even more enjoyable; I am truly fortunate.