I could hear the alarm growing louder the more I gained consciousness. I could see the sunlight peeking through the blinds letting me know that it was time to get up and get this ride started. A stiff cup of coffee and a shower finished, I was loading my gear on my bike and warming it up.
My grandfather lives in Klamath Falls, a five-hour ride away, and although I love visiting him, I have made the trip so many times that it's hard to find anything interesting along the way anymore. That is what I set out to do this time, seek something different to stop and explore along the way. I wasn't keeping a schedule and I didn't know where my stops would be, I was just going.
I kissed my family goodbye and headed out the driveway, only stopping for gas before I left Corvallis behind. Interstate 5, the "fast" route to Hwy 58 through the mountains, is my normal approach. Today, however, I was going to take the more scenic route: Hwy 99. It runs parallel to I-5, but has much less traffic to watch out for while riding, offering more opportunities to soak up the scenery.