oh. water fountains. nope.
Rode over to Kelly and down through Island Park, where there were a half-dozen people thoughtlessly blocking the path and MUCH TOO CLOSE together. Out the millrace path (had the above thought at the Booth-Kelly trailhead and its closed bathrooms) to Jasper and then back up 32nd to Main, where three big dickless pickup trucks ROARED (intentionally menacingly) around me. To each of them I said, "Ooooh. What a man," as I noted what was open and what was closed. Strip club? Closed. Pot store? Open. Pet food store? Closed. Pot store? Open. Tortilleria? Open. Then I hit 9th Street and the bike lane disappeared, so I turned off up to A Street and did't see the rest of Main Street downtown. It was largely eerily quiet. Glad of the exercise, though: about 7.4 miles.