Mick and I left the rest of the riders in Sisters Oregon and headed home. Mt. Shasta provided a motel room, then we rode together the next morning until he split off to Susanville, to return the bike he borrowed from his son-in-law. I headed to Placerville as the starting point to cruise along Hwy 49, through the Gold Rush towns scattered along the Sierra foothills. Windy roads, finding Mark Twain’s cabin (above pic), and exploring the funky towns made it delightful, but a long day of riding. To make the last leg easier, I planned on…
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I’m a biker, those of you who read my stuff even rarely can pick that up. But I desire to take bike experiences, make them captivating, and to share God lessons from them with you all. So, as you read this post, look for what you can gain from it, even if you don’t ride. Hope you’re blessed.
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