Post-Deluvian

After two days of biblical rains, during which I stayed snugly ark-bound in my pajamas, we had a summery day: 55 degrees and sunny, despite the flood debris in the bikelanes. Biking over the Broadway Bridge yesterday, I saw what looked like a felled forest floating down the high, soil-steeped waters of the Willamette. That would be the Valley washing out towards the Columbia.

This morning, my entire route was blanketed in fog. I couldn’t see the St Johns Bridge from my kitchen window anymore, and the other bikes on Mocks Crest were just blinking red rear lights. Every once in a while, the condensed fog dripped down the front of my helmet onto the fronts of my churning thighs. On the Broadway Bridge, I smiled when I saw my favorite graffiti (image stolen from this blog [sorry!], because I still don’t have a working camera– the one I see everyday is stenciled on the pavement of the bike/pedestrian path):