540 miles on a 12 foot pain trrain
Brandon and I decided our original touring bikes weren't getting us going anymore so we sold them and bought a tandem. We haven't spent much time in Oregon. From middle school I remember the famous Oregon trail, I know they pump your gas, and there aren't taxes on beer- so we decided to go there for vacation. Our summer bike trip started in Salem Oregon and basically did a big ass circle around the state and back. Our impressions of Salem; if Betty Crocker grew up there, she'd have a whole book about cooking drugs-not casserole. We struggled to find a place that allowed overnight parking and ended up parking the van at an Amtrak station. As we pedaled away through shopping carts, office furniture, takeout pizza littered all over the sidewalk, we held onto high hopes that the van would still be there when we got back. AND that nobody would be living in it. Our route took us through some Oregon vineyards, along scenic backroad rivers and uphill. Every day was type