OFF @ Portland
Monday, September 12, 2005
Day OFF in Portland, 3 mile ride back from the bike shop
cool morning but the warmest day yet
french toast, eggs, sausage, roast beef sandwich, chips, ribs,
mashed potatoes, Raineer beer
Ian and Kate's house (again)
How nice. Wake up with hardly any plans. And the slow day quickly
passed. You think you have ALL day and then next thing you know
it's noon. We had breakfast a local joint, and after walking there,
looking around for a bike shop, and walking back, most of the morning
was history. But there was no rush.
We motivated to get the bikes to a bike shop that could take a
look and do some general tune ups and then I headed to the airport
to pick up Bill - my dad - which was coming in to be the dedicated
driver from here to San Fran. As Tim said, "When Bill gets
here the party is really gonna start." It was evident from
the moment I picked him up.
We headed back to the group and then went downtown to check out
the scene. Well, you can imagine that in the middle of the day
on a weekday its pretty chill. We roamed the streets in our mini
van- looking around for something to strike us. And we continued
to do that for a while - going up into the hills of that overlooked
the city and back down into town for lunch. The hills proved to
be the one item of concern for the day. Not for today but for the
day we ride out of town. Would we be facing these monsters then?
Ah, who cares right? That's for tomorrow.
So back to the house and then the bike shop one more time. All
that before going out to dinner. Seems like all we did today was
eat. But that's all we really had to do.
For dinner we went to this warehouse district - some really unique
restaurant that I can't remember the name of. But it had all the
character and interest you would think of when you go to a place
like Portland. We were all laughs and super relaxed as if the next
day was miles away.
Poor Ian and Kate probably never knew their place could be so
junked up. Water bottles, helmets, duffel bags, 7 electronics
plugged into one outlet, sleeping bags, towels- everything was
everywhere. But we got the invite to come back. It was a blessing
to be able to stay with them- it let us feel like we were at home
and also see the city from the inside. It's like you can really
tell what living there would be like-- not like when you stay at
a hotel and have no idea what happens in the neighborhoods.
For instance one of their neighbors was gracious enough to give
us a book on biking the west coast- inside tips and local places
to stop. Some nice people in Portland.
It was a restful day. We got our bikes in tip top shape and our
bodies slightly recouped for the next phase.
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