OK, time for part two, finally, of our canoe trip. Ross Island.

They don't call us Stumptown for nothing.





I got about 10 pictures of Aubrey walking, occasionally breaking into a little dance, down the beach. She had no idea, honestly.







Fish kill!





Mr. Pamplin in action. A true Christian patriot. (Too bad your paper sucks!) I paid no heed, of course.







Back on land...



Aubs was proud to have her bike on a hook on the MAX. I told her to "look cool" for the camera and she obliged.



Coupla bonus shots, including the first and probably last time that I will be appearing here.



Bye.

Last Friday, I went on a canoe trip around Ross Island with Sarah and Aubrey. We ended up renting a canoe because the logistics of transporting my canoe proved too much of a hurdle without a car (I'm thinking about either finding a canoe trailer for my bike or storing it at Riverkeeper). Anyways, we locked our bikes up and put in by the Hawthorne Bridge, paddled past the Zidell barge facility and a beautiful heron looking resilient against a backdrop of concrete rubble, and hit the ground again at South Waterfront. We had one thing in mind: Bambuza.













Bambuza is the new Vietnamese bistro at the base of the John Ross tower. Whatever you think of the South Waterfront brownfield-to-urban-neighborhood project, this restaurant is worth a visit. The design aesthetic is perfect for the building and the food is fresh, delicious, and affordable. The papaya salad is particularly mouth watering. Last time I was there I got the catfish claypot and I think it may still be the most memorable thing I've eaten in a restaurant in Portland in 2008. Including anything at Pok Pok. Or Ken's. Or Toro Bravo (ok, that might be a stretch...). They were very patient with our load of bags, paddles, and life vests. I hope that a future Portland features many more people using the river for travel within the city.





Stay tuned for part 2 of this post, whereby we cross the river to Ross Island.

Saturday evening was a gorgeous night to watch the first wave of nearly 10,000 bikers who completed the Seattle To Portland ride as they crossed the Broadway Bridge near the end of their 200 mile journey.





It was also my parents' last night in town after a thoroughly enjoyable month-long visit, so we walked up onto the bridge to watch the sun set behind the hills. The moon was up and the birds were restless.

Multiple modes of travel.





More than one species.