My sister Mindy passed away last week. I didn't feel like talking with anyone at church about it just yet.
So I skipped church and went for a long ride along the Willapa Bay road to the Long Beach Peninsula.
The bay road is full of perfect curves and natural beauty. I listened to the music of the engine.
We used to live and work on the Peninsula. I used to drive this road every day, but I tried never to take it for granted.
At the beach, I rode past the apartments where Amy and I lived the first year we were married. I rode my bike up to the Beard's Hollow overlook and watched the waves crash against the shore. This used to be just a gravel pull out over the steep cliffs. So much has changed over the years. Now it is paved and parked, but still a great place to listen and watch the ocean pound away at shore.
There was little traffic on a Sunday morning, a few RVs and other people on bikes. I made it back to Grandma Nelson's just in time for Sunday dinner, but was tempted to go out riding again.
There are times when I think I'll sell this old motorcycle ... but never when I'm riding it.
|My sister Mindy on the back. Her oxygen tank is in the bag.|