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Today we rode the entire Waterfront Bike Loop. It's nice to be reminded that I really do live in a great city. Despite the high housing cost and general cost of living being out of whack with the wages, our city manages to create some fantastic communal spaces and resources, as well as finance a good amount of quirky public art.
We started off with a stop at the Daily Cafe on Grand, which I hadn't been too since the FuneralNet office moved in April. I was well overdue for a slice of delicious quiche. M wasn't working, or I would have had a latte too. But, I was already well caffienated.
Then we rode the rest of the Eastbank Esplanade, across the river, all the way to Sellwood, and then back to our neighborhood. The whole ride is a great mix of the very urban, speckled with the occasional wetland preserve.
My favorite moment was finding a cache of riverfront cabins nestled in on Mill Street in southwest Portland. Some were very old, some were nearly completely salvage materials, some were some fantastic architectually updated homes. They all obviously were just someone's weekend getaway, at some point. Now that the city has creeped in, they look like full time homes. It all reminded me the old railroad cabins down by the coffin factory in Peaceful Valley in Spokane, and made me a little "homesick".
Once we got back to the hood, we stopped off at the Night Light for some happy hour munchies and pre-8 blocks of uphill hell painkillers (ie two greyhounds). Then, we promptly showered and napped upon our arrival home. We have a separate bed (supposedly the guest bed) just for napping. It's a lumpy futon on an old wooden bedframe. I've girlied it up a bit with vintage linens and a flowery comforter/duvet set. It's very Martha, and makes for a nice little nap retreat.
Now, I'm sipping on a wine spritzer and am about to make some seared scallops and risotto for dinner.
Life is good in small bursts.
We started off with a stop at the Daily Cafe on Grand, which I hadn't been too since the FuneralNet office moved in April. I was well overdue for a slice of delicious quiche. M wasn't working, or I would have had a latte too. But, I was already well caffienated.
Then we rode the rest of the Eastbank Esplanade, across the river, all the way to Sellwood, and then back to our neighborhood. The whole ride is a great mix of the very urban, speckled with the occasional wetland preserve.
My favorite moment was finding a cache of riverfront cabins nestled in on Mill Street in southwest Portland. Some were very old, some were nearly completely salvage materials, some were some fantastic architectually updated homes. They all obviously were just someone's weekend getaway, at some point. Now that the city has creeped in, they look like full time homes. It all reminded me the old railroad cabins down by the coffin factory in Peaceful Valley in Spokane, and made me a little "homesick".
Once we got back to the hood, we stopped off at the Night Light for some happy hour munchies and pre-8 blocks of uphill hell painkillers (ie two greyhounds). Then, we promptly showered and napped upon our arrival home. We have a separate bed (supposedly the guest bed) just for napping. It's a lumpy futon on an old wooden bedframe. I've girlied it up a bit with vintage linens and a flowery comforter/duvet set. It's very Martha, and makes for a nice little nap retreat.
Now, I'm sipping on a wine spritzer and am about to make some seared scallops and risotto for dinner.
Life is good in small bursts.