Well the sun was shining on Saturday and we decided to take advantage of it and ride. It was just
the two of us as friends were out of town or had family commitments because it was Easter weekend.
It was sixty degrees but we still layered up, as the wind chill riding down the road can creep on you fast. Our grandson is not sure what to think of grandma and papa dressed in black leather and leaving him behind. We rode out the back way from our home to Haxton Road, around Marine Drive, past the Lummi waterfront, through Fairhaven and down our favorite road south, Chuckanut Drive.
Chuckanut Drive was lined with empty vehicles because everyone was hiking in the warm (warm in Washington is a state of mind, some start wearing shorts when the sun comes out and it is forty degrees). We cut over on Bow Hill Road, crossed over highway 5, and proceeded east on Prairie Hill Road. Beautiful farm land but still too wet to plow fields. Horses still wore their winter blankets as they raced across fields when they heard the sound of the pipes on our trike.
We headed up highway 9 to the Blue Mountain Grill for a late lunch. There were two large groups of
other motorcyclist at the BMG and we would have sat outside, but all the tables were full. We took a seat in the back corner by the windows and a view of Mt. Baker dressed in a thick white coat of snow and ice.
We took our usual route home and arrived in plenty of time to dye Easter eggs with the grandbaby.
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