The museum itself is magical and appeals to all, but for women riders the new exhibit, “The Girls: A Photographic History of Women In Motorcycling” is the crowning jewel. Curator Dale Walksler has assembled a historical perspective through the lenses of unknown photographers with memories and memorabilia of the women who made history on, and with, their motorcycles.
Degas, Van Gogh, Matisse world-famous artists. Ducati, Vincent, Mosley world-famous motorcycle manufacturers. Their commonality? Members of the first group have long had their masterpieces admired in art museums around the world. Now, members of the second group have ridden into that artistic realm as well.
In the morning we hit the road veering off towards Crater Lake. The weather was turning grim. The clouds were looming by the mountains and the desert sky was full of black rain clouds. We laid low by the side of the road watching a groovy wind thing happen in a field. It looked like a small tornado. The weather system didnt seem to be passing us, so after a couple of hours we got back on our bikes. Well, we must have ridden right into the heart of the storm.
With the morning heat already reaching 85 degrees, the cool mountain air was refreshing. I motioned to Robin that I wanted to get off the main highway and take a detour through the Klickitat Valley. Beautiful twisties wind along the gorgeous Klickitat River, definitely one of my favorites in Washington. We were in high desert country and the weather was perfect.
Ann reiterated that the best part of their journey was the unknown of each day. “What are we going to see today? Whos out there? Who are we going to meet?” When they left in May the weather was warming up, so they stayed in campgrounds half the time and moteled it or stayed with friends the other half. Progressing north and east, less time was spent in tents.