More bicycling fun, in the cool before the heat. And see how fuzzy everything is when we forget to switch the camera out of Macro?
This pic shows a street sign that dates from when this whole area was in Multnomah County. Quite a few of thises still exist. I find them very charming.
Another sign, this on SE 117th at Washington. Hard to say if the parking prohibition is still in effect ... or, if so, when it applies. But it's charming in the way the last sign was.
I love the corner of SE 122nd and Stark. There's nothing particularly amazing to recommend it ... except maybe the Burgerville ... but you know how some corners of your life make you feel like you're home? That's 122nd and Stark to me.
Just before you get there, though, there's the first place you won't see after the last thing you do see. I always thought a funeral home named "Omega" was just a little crass, but that's me for you.
This view of SE 122nd is looking south from SE Main Street, just a touch south of the Midland Library. That dropoff in the distance is more important than you'd think. Where I was standing drains (watershed-wise) to the Willamette. That crest you see in the distance is a divide; water off that direction actually runs to Johnson Creek.
... As this sign just south of Market Street on 122nd will tell you.
And if it's Hispanic, you'll find it at the strip on the corner of 122nd and Market. For those who don't know, tienda is a regular corner store, carneceria is a meat market, panaderia is a bakery, and muebliera is a furniture store. There's also a clothing shop there that will sell quinceñera (XV Años) dresses for the young ladies.
And, at SE 125th Ct and Market Street, there's a sign for a private drive. We've seen others, but this one is not only privately funded, it's privately manufactured as well.
Good thing this is habit-forming. With the price of gas (and the need to reduce the width of my wide load), this is going to be essential pretty soon. We plan on enjoying it. There was a time in my life that I went everywhere on two-wheels ... for many reasons; to be smug about it, because I liked being in shape, because I just love being on two wheels.
Bikes are cool.
But I find myself having to get my bike legs back. Of course, I still remember the first lesson of riding (forget how to fall down), but the rest is a little slower in coming. But not for long.