Trip to Enterprise Oregon

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The route from our home base in Washington down to Enterprise, Oregon was a favorite among our GWRRA WA-N group, and for good reason. We started early in the morning, with everyone gathering in a nearby parking lot—GoldWings gleaming and riders buzzing with excitement. Even in the chase car, we felt the familiar pre-ride thrill as maps were double-checked and radios synced.

Our journey took us south through the rolling farmlands and pine forests of eastern Washington, crossing the Snake River at Clarkston before winding into northeastern Oregon. The roads here were a rider’s dream: sweeping curves, gentle climbs, and long stretches where you could see for miles. For most of the group, it was about the ride—the feel of the road and the views that seemed to change with every turn. For us in the chase car, it was a chance to watch the formation from behind, seeing the GoldWings in their element against a backdrop of blue sky and distant mountains.

We made several stops along the way, as was tradition. At Pomeroy, the group always paused for coffee and a stretch, sharing jokes and stories from previous rides. Just outside of Anatone, we pulled over to admire the breathtaking vista overlooking the Grande Ronde River valley—a spot where many photos had been taken over the years. The descent into Oregon was marked by winding roads flanked by pine and fir, the air growing crisp as we gained elevation.

Driving through Joseph Canyon, the scenery shifted to dramatic cliffs and deep river gorges. Even from inside the car, the sense of adventure was palpable. Riders waved as we passed, and we could see the joy in their faces. It was late afternoon by the time we rolled into Enterprise, a charming town nestled at the foot of the Wallowa Mountains. The sight of the group all together again, bikes lined up in front of the motel, was always a highlight.

That route became a part of our collective memory—a journey marked by laughter, beautiful landscapes, and the kind of camaraderie that only comes from traveling together. Whether on two wheels or four, it was a trip worth remembering.

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