January 19, 2019
There’s no place like home
There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.
This is true. After five months on the road, it really is nice to be back in Portland again. We’ve been back for a week now - long enough to catch up with folks a bit, adjust to the time zone, get back on a normal sleep schedule, and start chipping away at the long backlog of tasks we’ve been queuing up these last months. One of the items on the list was to catch up on films we missed, and we made a good start by seeing four of them in the last five days - it’s an effective way to force ourselves to stay awake longer while we readjust.
And for a couple of weeks anyway, it really does feel like we’re home because we’re staying at an Airbnb apartment that’s only about three blocks from our old condo. It’s been great to wake up in the morning and walk over to my favorite neighborhood coffee shop and see some familiar faces there.
And, it’s been great to get out on our bikes again (our home bikes, Rodriguez and the Straggler). One of the delights of returning home after a long absence is that it everything feels so fresh and new. I really look forward to revisiting many of our favorite rides about town after such a long absence.
Rachael has done much better at getting back in the saddle than I have, but this morning I finally dragged my lazy self out to join her on a ride out to Sauvie Island, perhaps my favorite close-in destination.
Sauvie is special regardless of season, but I’m gradually coming around to enjoying it the most in the winter, on days when it’s not too cold, wet or slick. The island is so wonderfully quiet in winter - almost no cars are on the island’s roads, and not many other bikers either. As you bike along you can enjoy the solitude and peacefulness, the sounds of geese and sandhill cranes, the muted colors of rotting crops in the fields.
Today was dry and not too cold, but quite foggy - in spots almost foggy enough to feel just a bit unsafe biking out to the island on busy Highway 30. Once we were out though, it was a special time to see the place - fog gives everything such a different cast. I’m looking forward to returning soon on a clear day, when you can see the snowcapped volcanoes rise above the fields.
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Great as this is though, we aren’t really big fans of cold, wet days. A few weeks or months of this is OK, but come spring we’ll definitely be ready to put Rodriguez and the Straggler back in their stalls, break out the Bike Fridays again, and hit the road. And while we’re waiting out the occasional spell of inclement weather, there are few more pleasurable ways to pass an idle hour than to imagine yourself on tour again, preferably somewhere sunny and warm.
Spring’s right around the corner. Might as well start daydreaming now.
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