April 30. Last day.
An easy ride through N. Portland, then over the Broadway Bridge and into
downtown for a cultural event at my synagogue. (I'll ride home
afterwards too, stopping along the way to visit friends and check out
the river levels at Overlook. I'm told the record rainfall has made some
of the old boat tie-poles partially disappear under the water.)
And today ends the #30daysofbiking festival across the country and around the globe. Thanks to the miracle of electronic communication,
we meet each other, see glimpses of each other's towns and cities (and
bicycles), and make the world a little bit smaller and a lot more
friendly. Glad to have participated, logging 31 rides in 30 days and reminding myself that distance doesn't matter nearly as much as getting outside and turning the cranks does.
Thanks to my bicycle, I see the world at a slower pace and through constantly refreshed eyes, like I did this morning.
So continuing to ride every day -- or most days -- isn't so difficult. Especially when I consider the alternatives.