It was a happy time in Portland. Awesomely moist and gloomy weather, just like it was here. The bicycle street theater was ridiculous and fun. The backyard fava bean harvest was bountiful and tasty. The allegedly cranky cat was a sweetheart.
The cyclists with helmet faces are evil.
The American way triumphs in the end.
Human or evil space cyclists? You decide.
Cousins along the esplanade.
I’m lacking photos of my younger cousin-ettes. Next time. Also on the agenda for next time:
Maybe Voodoo Donuts, as long as I steer clear of the bacon maple.