G’Mornin,
The Harley Gods are smiling upon me. Not a cloud in the western Washington sky!
Riding over a hill on SE 240th St I noticed a Sikh walking along the sidewalk. He struck quite a figure with his turban, full beard, and erect posture of a healthy life.
Once SE 240th St became country the ride became a total joy. The road takes the senses thru some beautiful county, fragrant hills and turns; I was disappointed when it finally T-boned into WA 169 at Maple Valley where I turned south and headed for Enumclaw, 15 miles away. But 169 turned out to also be a pleasant ride with little traffic.
Having been on the road for about 45 min I decided to make a stop at the first traffic light and pulled into a small parking lot at the corner of 169 and Griffith. Again, luck was with me, we were at the store front of the Plateau Expresso, a coffee shop owned and operated by Nancy (my mother’s name). Nancy fixed up delicious lattes for Susan and me. We sat outside and I reviewed the map route for our run around Ranier that would begin at this point.