Maybe not Oroville itself, but the foothills around the city are wonderful.
It's a totally different experience riding a motorcycle across the dam compared to a car.
The largest dam in the United States, and without much water in the lake, it feels almost even higher.
I met my brother Steven at the top of the dam, at the parking lot at the end.
I had been planning on hiking/climbing down to the water from there, but he missed the parking lot and went to the Spillway launch ramp area, where he paid the $6 for a day pass.
That was probably worth it, because hiking down that embankment would not have been fun.
I left the bike at the top of the dam and we went fishing from the shore.
Fishing for bass, we tried a few different lures, and had moved from the side of the gravel launch ramp closest to the dam to the other side where I was throwing a Senko.
As I cast and reeled, I felt a bite, but it was not a big hit, so I let the worm settle.
Another bite, I set the hook and reeled in a Coho salmon.
Crazy, a salmon on a Senko.
But this is a motorcycle blog, not a fishing blog, so let's get back to the bike.
An 18-inch salmon easily fits into the side compartment of a 1999 Honda Goldwing.
I later cooked the fish up and ate it.
Delicious.
