When we first entered eastern Washington I was captivated by the rolling Palouse Hills, fertile silt dunes left over from the ice ages. Now it feels as though we have entered a maze and the only way out is the way we came in. All I see is brown and yellow. Every time we summit one of these dang hills, more brown and yellow. I need some color in my day. A splash of green maybe? It’s not like I’m asking to be wowed with a blue tailed lizard.
It’s been over 100 degrees for 5 days. I’m hot and tired. I have my grumpy pants on.
We finally find our way out of the wheat fields and roll into Walla Walla, Washington. To our surprise, Walla Walla is home to more than 100 wineries. We carefully consider whether going on a wine tour is a good idea given the heat and the 25 miles we have left to ride. Scott says he’ll probably regret not going. The words of Mark Twain ring in our ears.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
While probably not the best idea, with proper hydration, it’s not the worst idea either. WanderWheels is officially off the wagon.