By thunder! The first interstate Puddlecycle ride was epic! Light rain was fairly constant, and puddles were plentiful. It was 52 degrees all night long, and I wore shorts, but we were out for about three hours, and I was glad to have a change of base layer and gloves at the halfway point.
Tom Howe and I rode out to IKEA on the 205 trail, as the sun started to set, and met up with Dan and Libby. Was a shocker to emerge from the ‘Mole Hill’ – an underpass right before the bridge – and to find yourself on a protected path right going down the middle of the freeway! Cars hissed along the wet pavement on either side of us like a 1000-headed snake.
Arriving in Vancouver, we marveled at the wide, empty streets and goggled a few houses completely swathed in blinkery of all kinds.
Many had Nat King Cole or the like piping out of speakers as well. The last stop featured five front yards, three on one side of the street and two on the other, all with lights synchronized to a playlist of about 10 songs. Our hosts gave us hot cider and we headed back to Portland into a stubborn headwind.
At home I ate three burritos, went right to bed, and slept like a rockstar until 10am.