Father's Day Lunch Ride to Big Lake Tavern

What better way to celebrate father’s day than to take a Harley ride. We met at Mt. Baker Harley-Davidson about 10:00 AM and that gave us a chance to check out the special sales, have a donut, a cup of coffee, and visit with friends.

Owner Greg Head introduced us to his daughter Emily and we all heard him tell her to pick out a bike. We look forward to having her become our youngest HOG member. Doug and Marlene were doing a little shopping and catching up on who’s been riding and Doug’s planned riding adventure with Martin--if it ever warms up.

Ron J., Lorri G., Dave and Dawn, Shelia, Dave L., Tim, Larry and I were ready to ride. We took photos of all the dads at the shop to celebrate their special day and then Jan took photos of the group as we mounted up and headed out. Later we discovered Jan had also taken a short video of the group as we pulled out. Ron J. was the lead road captain and Dave L. was the sweep.

We rode through town and headed towards Chuckanut then took the turn off to ride around Lake Samish. Single file the six bikes with three up wound around the lake in the cool morning air. The skies were grey but the rain was holding off and there was almost no traffic. The fog hugged the eastern shore of the lake making it seem more like a crisp fall day than one day before the start of summer.

We took West Lake Samish Road to Nulle Road, down old highway 99 also known as the Pacific Hwy., Prairie Road, to highway 9 all the way to Big Lake Tavern. The first sprinkles were just beginning to fall as we dismounted from the bikes. Everyone had raingear so we were prepared for whatever the weather might bring when lunch was finished. Coffee, cold drinks, tea, hot chocolate and our food ordered we were ready to sit back and talk. Lunch was leisurely and relaxing.

We unpacked the raingear before heading home. There was a light rain falling but due north it looked like clear skies ahead. Tim left the group in Sedro-Woolley to head up highway 9 and the rest of the group headed for the freeway. Luck held and there wasn’t much traffic. First Dave L. pulled off, the Dave and Dawn, next Ron and Lorri, then it was just Larry and I following Shelia north. We waved to Shelia as we dropped off at Ferndale. Another day, another ride, another memory.