It’s that time of year, y’all! The time when everything is suddenly, explosively green, when the world laughs in flowers, when you’re soaking in the sunshine one second and soaked through to your socks and underwear the next. (or, sometimes, when you’re biking merrily along and suddenly the …
Some days, it rains here. I bike to work and get wet. Then I change into dry clothes for work, which, despite my best waterproofing intentions, also get wet over the course of a day spent working outside. (Did I mention it’s raining here?) And then I come back to …
A special treat: these days, the sun rises at 6:50 in Portland, and earlier every day. Which means that on a day where the clouds aren’t too low and dreary, by the time I get to the Springwater trail, about 25 minutes into my commute at 6:30ish, it’s already starting …
Back in September, I was making my way via bicycle through North Cascades National Park. I was not quite a week in and had just emerged from my very first backpack-by-bike experience: after getting backcoutry permits and the requisite bear canister from the ranger station in Marblemount, I’d ridden my …
