By J. Andrew Rodriguez
Cycling in Walla Walla leaves you breathless. Not because you’re going up the occasional winding hill, flanked on either side by wheat fields in their emerald youth. Nor because you are screaming down another hill overlooking acres of vineyards or apple orchards. It’s that the Walla Walla Valley just feels like a cyclist’s dreamscape. That’s because it is; I’ve dreamed on these bicycle rides many times. No, every time.
You’ll want to linger here, where the breezes sing harmony with resident and migrant songbirds. Once, very early on a bright summer morning, I heard a lone Western Meadowlark atop a telephone pole on Hood Road. I stopped to be serenaded. I pulled out my smartphone to record the angelic sound. On a whim, I cranked up the volume, hit the play button, and pointed it in the Meadowlark’s direction. At first, silence. Then he sang back. It was the Meadowlark’s song, but we traded it over and over again until I moved on. It was just the two of us, lingering.
Walla Walla’s two excellent bicycle shops, Allegro Cyclery and the Bicycle Barn, lead rides throughout the week. Check both sites for the most up to date info.