Day’s Verse:
Get me out of here on dove wings;
I want some peace and quiet.
I want a walk in the country,
I want a cabin in the woods.
I’m desperate for a change
from rage and stormy weather.

Psalm 55:6-8

Instead of wasting many thousands of words describing the last week, here are some pictures to summarize.

Wednesday through Friday:

View of Mt. Adams from the Mt. Adams Center (MAC), the headquarters of the Northwest Service Academy, the people I do AmeriCorps with.
Mt. Adams - Clouds

Highway 141 facing west outside the MAC on Thursday morning. The rest of the day we spent learning about place-based education. We also did a very uncomfortable team-building exercise that required me to sit on somebody’s back for an extended period of time. (My legs have finally stopped aching.)
Highway 141 West

Thursday afternoon we went for a hike.
Gifford Pinchot National Forest

Friday afternoon it was sunny and clear, with a good view of Mt. Adams. We talked about our community action projects in groups and discussed a reading, and eventually got home.
Mt. Adams - Clear

Saturday:
Morning:
I don’t have any pictures, but Ian and I spent 4 hours in the morning volunteering with Journey Church to clean up McAuliffe Park in Kirkland. We carried branches and trash out of the woods, and then weeded a bit at the end.

Afternoon:
French Bread Loaf 1

French Bread Loaf 2

Evening:
Again no pictures, but we took one of the loaves of bread over to my in-laws’ house, where we had dinner and a nice catch-up time.

Sunday:
Morning:
I got trained on how to do coffee, which is ironic, since I don’t even drink coffee. I’ll spend my free (ha, ha) time this week writing up a little how-to booklet that includes pictures. Next weekend I’ll try to follow the instructions in the booklet while the experienced coffee-maker stands by to correct me. They call it “coffee,” but it’s actually setting up and taking down the green room for all the volunteers, plus preparing and providing coffee for the cafe that the congregation uses. Since the church meets at Kirkland Jr. High, every scrap of evidence of our presence has to disappear by Sunday afternoon. That’s why it’s so much work.

Afternoon:
Nothing much. Slept in front of the fireplace, read a bit of a book, took it relatively easy.

Monday:
Despite my enthusiasm to start Bike to Work Month, we had one of the worst riding days in months, weather-wise. Mom, Dad, and I all rode anyway — into 15 mph to 30 mph headwinds. Crossing the I-90 bridge was totally harrowing. Despite averaging a mere 13.3 mph, I felt so exhausted by the time I arrived at the Bike Alliance that I just laid down on the floor for a while.

Just before I got to work, I had this little enlightening experience. Imagine an older man in a small gray Toyota pickup truck. He was right behind me, tooting the horn insistently, as I rode down S. Dearborn St. I was out in the lane, avoiding the bike lane because lots of motorists right hook cyclists and I’ve seen many narrow misses on that road. When the bike lane went away, he stopped honking. Eventually he pulled up next to me — I was in the far left lane, turning left, and he was in a middle lane going straight — and he wagged his finger at me sanctimoniously. I shook my head and pointed emphatically to indicate I was in the right place. He rolled down his window and we had the following exchange:

Him: You have to ride in the bike lane.
Me: No, bikes can ride anywhere on the road.
Him: No, bikes have to ride in the bike lane.
Me: I work for the Bicycle Alliance, I know this. Bikes can ride anywhere.
Him: No, bikes have to ride in the bike lane.
Light turns green and we start to go.
Me: Bikes are vehicles!

At least I got in the last word. It wasn’t an angry exchange at all, just one in which we were clearly in totally different worlds, communication-wise. Scary that some drivers are so frighteningly uneducated that they actually think bikes can’t leave bike lanes.

Had another depressing, bad day at work, except for the hour or so when I met with Ellen to debrief about our UCT class. I really like Ellen. I think I’ll invite her and her family over for dinner at our new house, when we have it and enough chairs to accommodate everybody.

Rode home into a steady north wind — yes, the wind turned around, so I had a headwind both ways — and also got soaked in pouring rain. All round a pretty horrible day, but at least it ended with a toasty shower and delicious sandwich. Now Mom is making brownies for her Bible study group, and I’m already imagining hot brownies with Tillamook vanilla ice cream… Yum.

One thought on “Five-Day Summary

  1. Yes, I too, had a driver who kept pointing at the bike path on our campus on assorted mornings. It’s not even remotely resembling safe, and ends well to the right of right turners at the point where I go straight.
    I figure that in some recess of his brain he recognizes that yea, if he *looked up* the regs, he would be wrong… but that he believes that well, the rules are wrong.
    One of the strongest arguments against bike lanes is that yes, they can send the message that we’re relegated to them — and we’ve got quite a few miles of separated ‘lanes’ that are downright hairy. We tend to pick other routes entirely, ’cause it’s hard to blame the drivers for believing that the planners would build lanes but we shouldn’t be there.

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