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Month: June 2011 (page 1 of 2)

A Breakfast Trout.

I couldn’t sleep, so I woke up when Erinn went to work and set out for the Clackamas River at 5:30.  My goal was one breakfast-sized trout, and the river cooperated on the second cast.  I thought about fishing more, but I saw little reason to after catching a fin-clipped keeper.  Not the biggest fish in the world, to be sure.  But with scrambled eggs and a little salsa, it hardly matters.

Here’s a terrible photo…

A Coastal Excursion.

I just completed a two-day work/play adventure at the coast. I didn’t get as many photos as I had hoped (partly because I only had my iPhone, and it jumped from my pocket to the bottom of Beaver Creek while kayaking with my nephew).

Harvesting mussels was a definite highlight of this trip. I don’t have any photos of the result, but we cooked them up with pasta and a garlic alfredo sauce. It was delicious.

Here are some shots from the trip.

the in between.

I returned to McIver today for my lunch break.  This time to the 7 acre dog park with Sam.  After 30 minutes of frisbee, 20 minutes of emphatic canine flirting with a massive Burmese Mountain Dog, and 10 minutes swimming in the Clackamas River, we returned home.

At 5:00 I decided to throw a line in Clear Creek, the stream that is feet from our front door.  I never catch anything in here worth keeping (nor would I, as they are invariably young rainbow trout – future steelhead).

I pulled a nice little rainbow out on this occasion, and sent it back into the pool where I caught it.

McIver Park.

Milo McIver State Park, situated along the Clackamas River, is nearly 1000 acres in size and boasts multiple attractions, including two boat ramps, a massive frisbee golf course, covered day-use areas, a dog park, horse trails, and a fish hatchery.  It is also about 4 miles from forest glen road.

I stopped by via bike yesterday and nearly immediately saw two coyotes watching me ride by.  I was told by one of the rangers that there is a den nearby.

This place is truly a jewel, and I certainly regret that it has taken me six years of living in such close proximity to really enjoy it.  With annual State Parks pass in hand, I am going to find myself there much more often.


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I often ride solo, taking relatively short rides out here on rural Oregon roads.  It’s great, and I definitely enjoy the solitude of the experience of just myself, the bike, the scenery, and the more-than-occasional suffering that accompanies the many hills around forest glen road.

Sometimes through this solitary riding, I end up getting an inflated sense of my own skill as a rider.  Looking back toward a challenging hill that I just “crushed” offers the sense that, maybe, with a little more training, I could be a racer, too.  I used to race the bike, albeit in the context of triathlons.  But my last competition was more than 10 years ago, and I haven’t exactly kept myself dedicated to the process and planning that goes with competition.

Today I was granted some perspective (read humility), in the course of a ride with my friend David Pilz, who rides for the local team Gentle Lovers (gotta love that name).  Anyway, let’s just say at one point it probably appeared to a casual observer (and myself) that I was on a tarmac treadmill, while I’m pretty sure DP’s bike sprouted wings and elevated up the hill on Eaden Rd.


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