As I was on my way back to the rainy side of the mountains earlier today I was treated to an abundance of nature’s bounty. I lost count of the red tailed hawks I noticed perched on fence posts, power poles, and other vantage points. There were bald eagles along the Cowlitz waiting for the spawner buffet to arrive. There were elk herds and goose flocks, and the ubiquitous blue heron if you knew where to look. Once down off White Pass I stopped (as I almost always do during business hours) at a little place that has treated me and my friends very well over the years.
Butter Butte Coffee, in
I always stop as much to keep in touch as for the excellent Java. Butter Butte has in the past opened their doors at ridiculously early hours on a summer Saturday morning to provide my club mates and me a place to get a bite and a hot cuppa before starting out on some of our favorites brevets. The one that has become legend is the Three Volcanoes 300. I let Jeb know that we are hopeful to ride that route again this summer, provided the mountain roads fare the winter’s ravages. I didn’t ask him to follow suit, and he didn’t offer but I let him know we’d be in touch in advance if the plan came to fruition. It cannot be an easy task to keep a boutique coffee shop afloat in a small unincorporated community.
Are there places you frequent while on a bike, places that welcome you? Be sure to express your gratitude from time to time.