We headed down Beaver Valley Rd to 207. We took a right onto 207 and stayed on it when it became Wenatchee Lake Rd. We rode several miles along Wenatchee Lake, past Dirty Face Mountain.
We came to the turn off for White River Rd. Instead of making the turn, we continued on the lake road. By this time, we had reached the head of the lake and we could no longer see the water. The road kind of curved and went across a meadow/wetland area.
Not long after the meadow, we came to the end of Lake Wenatchee Rd. However, the road did continue on as FS 65. There was a gate that allowed passage of snowmobiles and, at this time of year, bikes, but no cars. The road was paved, but lots of downed trees lined the road. Clearly cut to allow passage.
The road was shady and really pretty good.
We rode about 4 miles of a gentle incline to a spot high above the Little Wenatchee River (we found out its name from a guy we saw later on).
The Little Wenatchee
When we were up above the river enjoying the scenery, we decided it was a good place for lunch. First we took some photos.
Annette and I on the precipice of death above the Little Wenatchee.
Lorraine had gone ahead a bit more. When she came back we parked our butts smack dab in the middle of the road and broke out the lunch food.
The lunch is in the red pannier.
As we were eating lunch, a motorcycle came up the road. They had plenty of room to get by. Shortly after the motorcycle, a jeep came up the road. Turns out it was a guy named Clayton who actually lived up the road (the only private property owner). He is the one who did all the chainsaw work along the road. We chatted for awhile, then finished our lunch and headed back.
Here's the gate on our way back.