Yep, ya’all knew this shot was coming. The classic, but never boring, foot shot. Guest feet in this shot besides Karen and mine are Maggie, Sandy, Kate, and Kristen. Sitting here right now I can’t remember who’s foot was who’s. I took this on the Marquam with Portland in the background.
Bridge Pedal… Our friends are awesome, each and every one. Four of them decided to take the Providence Bridge Pedal ride with us. Sandy, being Sandy, had to do it her way. We love this girl. Fun loving, full of life, sweet, incredibly sincere and giving… you are fantastic. So glad you were along for the adventure last Sunday.
OK folks… It’s time to recount the last Sunday’s adventures of 6 girls on bikes in downtown Portland Oregon. That’s right, I’m talking about the Providence Bridge Pedal.
There are three ways you can go at the Bridge Pedal. You can choose to ride 11 bridges, crossing all in Portland, and while you’re at it ride 37 miles, or you can opt to do the 8 bridge pedal which comes in at about 24 miles, or you can ride the 6 bridge pedal and go 14 miles. There’s also a Bridge Stride. I’m not sure how many miles that it. We picked the 6 bridge pedal. We, and our pals, decided that since this was our first attempt at it, we should start small. Plus, we are all out of shape. Every last one of us. A sad, but true, fact.
We had a blast. It took us about two and a half hours of crossing back and forth over the river, following the course they had laid out for us. Us and about 18,000 others who’d donned helmets and vests and made the trek around the city. So much fun. It really was.
We had our moments. One of us had an accident, not caused by herself, but by a whobbly kid in front of her who’d made a somewhat abrupt move. Kate, you were iron woman. No injuries! There were a few times we had to get off the bikes and walk. Mostly due to there being so much traffic and congestion in places, but also on a couple of fairly steep hills. We vow to not walk next time! We also sort of vowed to try for the 8 bridge ride next time. That’s 10 more miles. I think we’d best get back out on those bikes.
It was a splendid day all in all. Nothing like having a little adventure with fantastic friends. We did it ladies. We did it. Woo Hoo!!
The Davis Lake West campground is an amazing place. Several years ago there was a pretty devastating fire in the area. All the area right around the campground was burned to a crisp. When you drive down into the campground it’s like going through a forest ghost town. Dead trees everywhere. Miraculously though once you get right to the campground… trees, green, underbrush. It’s like an oasis in the middle of the desert. Strange… and beautiful.
The area where the fire was is starting to show major signs of life… underbrush really starting to develop, small trees sprouting up that will one day tower over the landscape. It’s lovely. A beautiful reminder that life springs and moves forward, constantly flowing. There’s always something new, always something beautiful, always. If you look, and sometimes you have to look hard, you can always find it. Nature is amazing and life is a constant and stunning miracle.
So much has gone on in the last week my head and my brain are spinning. Wedding, camping, construction at home, too much heat, tubing, a concert, and back to work. My oh my…
This photo was taken on the 18th at my friend Genine and her man Murray’s wedding. My first foray into the world of wedding photography. It was a great day, they are fantastic people, and I think we all were incredibly emotional. Sweet.
This is Weston at Hondo Dog Park looking through the fence over to where the big dog area is. He might have been fancying himself as a big dog, but he’d never make it over there. He loves big dogs, but when he’s with them he spends most of his time laying down being submissive to them. He’s no fool.
Made famous on a season of the Amazing Race, here are the Alder Street Food Carts. You can get almost any kind of food, good to excellent, and cheap.
The link above actually takes you to the Portland Food Carts blog. Great blog about, well, food carts in Portland. Yeah, I know I’m a dork.
Down by the South Waterfront, on our way back to the truck at the end of our ride, we happened to catch the OHSU Tram taking off back up the hill.
We rode past the Marquam Bridge on our route biking the other night. The blue sky was stunning.
We had a terrific time on Sunday with our pals and all the pups. Thanks guys for a really nice time. Not to mention the after hike lunch at the St. Johns McMenamins Pub. Tasty. Nothing says healthy more than following up a physical fitness activity like enjoying a burger and a strawberry lemonade at the pub.
We ended the weekend with some weed pulling at the house. They have somehow taken over all of our flower beds. They must be thwarted. They must be vanquished. They must be… well… pulled. So we started that process in the big bed. And let me tell ya… it’s a process. But damn… our place is looking lovely right now. And again I’ll say… we are lucky. In so many ways.
As to the photo above… you can see Benny’s paw in the shot… we were only missing Weston and Riley’s and it would’ve been perfect. Maybe next time?