Last Friday Savannah and I took a bike ride (via tram) into the west hills. After we parted ways, I took a lane going down W Burnside and then stopped accross from Powells for awhile before the memorial ride. It was one of those grey pretty evenings, with occasional patches of blue and orange in the sky, that starts balmy and ends with a chill.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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"Ross Island, the bridge's namesake, was at one time home to a famous distillery. McArthur's Oregon Geographic Names, an indispensable work, says the island was once legendary for its "'Blue Ruin' whiskey of pioneer days . . . it was a fluid of high voltage." The distillery is gone, and now it is home to a large number of Blue Heron rookeries."
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