I wasn’t the only one taking pictures in Portland. Rachel has a bunch posted that are a mix of ours. And I’ll be damned if you can’t tell which are mine and which are hers.
Keep in mind: I make most of my living off photography and video. She just picked up a DSLR for the first time a couple months ago.
I’m back in Chicagoland. Today it was sunny, 70 and a breeze off the lake. I put 42 miles on my legs on the bike, sat out on the deck in the sun and had a wonderful steak dinner with my parents for Mother’s Day.
But I’d be lying if I said my mind wasn’t still in the Pacific Northwest, maybe even longing for the clouds and drizzle.
My days in the Midwest could very well be numbered.
I honestly don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to Chicagoland and ride on our roads after spending the last few days in Portland seeing 50 percent of a street dedicated to a bike lane, with another 12 inch buffer zone before cars are allowed. Not to mention signs all over the place telling vehicles to yield to bikes, on-street bicycle parking spots and a general positive attitude toward sharing the road.
El Diablo for Cinco de Mayo
Cuervo Tradicionale, habanero infused guava purée, fresh lime juices, served over rocks with a salted rim
Spicy and delicious as hell