Another day, another mountain pass

       Pat and Walt fed me a killer breakfast before sending on my way to Mitchell, Oregon.  Wonderful people out here; seeing the trusting nature of people out here combined by their generosity and sincerity is very refreshing.  New England is full of good people but it lacks what I am experiencing out here.  

     On ward, fifty miles and another mountain pass landed me in Mitchell, Oregon. A sign pointing to the business district was funny how little there is in this blink of a town.  130 people with plenty of funky charm. I arrived, plunked myself on a bench in front of the local grocery store and struck up a conversation with some local folk, real friendly people and everyone knows and is related to one another.  (I haven't heard any banjos playing...yet).  

      A guy riding a nice Triumph 1200 motorcycle pulled up loaded to the hilt.  He sold his house and hit the road, cruising the country, 10,000 miles so far. My next trip. Working with the DOD, he worked with and is friends with Peter Legnos in Mystic.  Small world.

       Tomorrow is a chill day. I am hold up in the local hotel with a hostel.  The neon hotel sign reminds me of the days when there were countless roadside mom and pop motels.  The building of the interstates marked their death knell. 

      The bike will get a going over and my derrière will get some down time.  It is real slow here where not much is going on, a rest for the mind as well.