5/21/07

Riding bikes for 40 miles with mud-coated shoes

What a bummer: I was moving in for this really heady nature shot right on the Tualatin River, when my footing began to give-way. I could just see my legs getting submerged in the mud, sinking. Luckily I didn't, like, die or something though. Just a little mud.

This is the shot I was going for basically:

Right here /\ is where my feet started slipping in.

This old timer named Frank (are all old-timers named Frank? Only old timers are named Frank though right?) helped me hose off. He was heading for the Grand Canyon and the great American South West:

I chatted him up hard core. He was probably thinking "what a numb-skull."

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