Measure 37 Overturned … for now

We just caught the mid-commercial news blurb from a show Tivo recorded yesterday about a judge overturning Measure 37. I did an early morning-before the voice works woohoo that cracked all over the place, but it was an honest woohoo.

I fully understand why people wanted the measure, but I think what makes Oregon unique and so much more interesting than, say, Camas, is that we are trying our best to maintain some semblance of a plan. This is far from over but I hope we take this tack from now on.

Taxman Cometh

Last night we found the county assessor’s card on our door when we got home from dinner with Scott & Stephanie. Looks like our unbelievably low property taxes won’t last long. Damn.

We also had the furnace serviced for what appears to be its first time since installation. It was fairly dirty and the jets were somewhat corroded, but it kicked on for the first time this morning when the temperature inside reached 61F. I’m pretty sure Michelle is going to crank the temperature up to an opulent 64F though. I’ll just have to turn it back down afterwards.

Our last place had a fancy thermostat where you could set temperature ranges for days and times. This one is just your classic knob with a temperature scale. The fancy one was nice because we could drop the temp to 60F overnight and have it start warming to 64F in the morning, then drop back down during the day while we were away. I think it counts as one of those situations where technology improves life. I guess the furnace probably can be lumped in with the fancy thermostat too.

Bike Commute Tally

So I was only able to muster 6 bike commutes for September – a rather poor showing compared to last year where I rode 14 days. Why the difference? Last year the commute was 2.5 miles, this year it’s 12.5. Last year I only had to do my job, this year I’m doing what feels like twice as much. I do feel kind of bad, but the totals I think speak nicely. Last year: 70 miles, this year: 144 miles.

Also, with today’s ride, I’m now at 40 rides with only 10 left for my goal of 50. That’s encouraging. With Jake, I’ve shortened the ride to 50 minutes and found a couple short cuts. Barbur Blvd, though ugly, noisy and dirty shaves off ten or more minutes when compared to Terwilliger, and on the ride home, the view of Hood and St. Helens is a treat.

Cat Food Thief

Ever since we moved to the new place, Tigger’s cat food occasionally disappears. The whole bowl miraculously empties. Tigger, being a cat, is a finicky eater at best. He’ll only eat the food at the top of the bowl, no matter the bowl size or depth. Eventually, the bowl has month+ old food on the bottom and fresh food on top. So we figured that the missing food wasn’t from Tigger.

The food sits next to the cat door, so our fear was that one of the neighborhood cats had found their way in. This made us nervous, given our experiences with cats and houses. Michelle and I were going to try and find a web cam to catch the culprit, but Michelle decided to try moving the food before going with such a drastic scheme.

When the food moved, the disappearing food problem got worse. How? Well, you see, when a food bowl is on the ground, it’s very easy to eat out of without disturbing the bowl. When the bowl is moved to, say, eye level for Barley, it becomes more difficult to eat because you have to approach from a different angle and such.

Well, the bowl was emptied twice, both times tipped messily towards the edge of the cabinet and both times spilling water and food on the floor. This last time happened while Michelle and I went out for food. It was clear that Barley was the cat food thief. Busted.

Now we’re just curious as to why he stopped behaving. He had always been so good about not eating Tigger’s food. But he’s been eating less of his lately, and Tigger recently switched from Senior to Sensitive Stomach formula, and maybe it tastes better. Still, it’s not good for the Roo so we’re going to have to place it even higher.

40 Mile Loop: Esplanade

Steele Bridge
The my last stretch of the 40 mile loop is quite familiar – I ride it whenever I’m industrious enough to get up early and ride to work. I generally cross the river at the Hawthorne Bridge and follow the East Side Esplanade to the Steele Bridge before continuing home. It’s a great stretch of trail and is alive at all times of the day with various types of activity. Walkers, runners, cyclists, dragon boaters, kayakers, people fishing and transients all use the path.

I like the East side of the path better for some reason, and generally take it. This time I took the east side because dusk made the west side too dark for pictures. Here are a few that I snapped from my ride home.

As a side – I think it would be great to change the “Vera Katz Eastside Park” to “Vera Katz Platz.” Less syllables and a more official name.

Quotes from the neighborhood

In the last couple weeks I’ve heard some great quotes. Some were directed at me, others simply overheard in public.

  • “Are you the type that wears alligator shoes?”
  • “Does it look like they they have bubblegum here? Do you see anyone chewing bubblegum? Do they have a bubblegum machine?”
  • “Don’t let him [barley] bite me, I just got up.”
  • to Beth “Can I have a hug?”

I suppose context is what makes them funny, but they might be funny without it. The first one was some lady asking me as I walked Barley at 6:30am last week. The second was at the new brewpub from a guy to his son who was tired of waiting. The third was also while walking Barley, though Barley was on a leash and wasn’t even posturing in a menacing way. The fourth was yelled by some gringo with a white bandana in the back of a packed RX-7.

3/4 of the 40 mile loop

Emily and I rode a large section of the 40 mile loop yesterday. We rode from her place at John’s Landing to the Springwater Corridor and followed it out to Gresham, then north on 257th to Marine Drive, Marine Drive to I-205, the I-205 path back to the Springwater, then back to John’s Landing. 46.6 Miles. Here’s the replay with a few observations of my own (read: sarcasm)

Andy on the loop

To start with, we had to cross the Sellwood Bridge. If it wasn’t my second time crossing it, and I didn’t have an enjoyment for trials riding, I’d hate it. And I get the feeling that most people do hate the Sellwood bridge, at least when trying to cross it. You do get a nice view from atop it though, and you can see our lovely city to the north and an active, tree lined river to the south. I’ve heard that the Springwater is supposed to connect with the river trail at some point, but we weren’t sure if it was done, so we followed Tacoma St. through Sellwood to where it intersects Johnson Creek Blvd and joined the Springwater Corridor trail.

The Springwater Corridor is probably one of, if not the best bike trails I’ve been on. The trail itself is perfectly flat – owing to it’s history as a railway grade. The section from Oaks Bottom into town has been recently paved and you sometimes have trouble remembering to enjoy it as you can really pick up a nice clip. East from Sellwood winds though neighborhoods and wooded areas following Johnson Creek much of the time, and crosses major roads with crosswalks and lights. The trail also passes a number of parks, such as Beggars Tick and Powell Butte, where we took a small side trip.
on top of Ol' Powell Butte

Both Emily and I recently got cyclocross bikes, and this was our first chance to try them on a trail. The climb up to the “summit” was easy and I was pleased by the performance by Jake. At the top of the Butte are the remains of a former orchard and a great view of the surroundings. We followed the orchard trail around the butte to get the full panorama. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, which should have meant a great view, but a dirty brown smog blanketed the lowlands and the air was quite hazy. Still, the view of Portland, Vancouver, Camas, Gresham, Oregon City, and the four tops (Mt. Jefferson, Mt. Hood, Mt. Adams, and Mt. St. Helens…er… 3 tops anyway). Activity started to pick up by this time, and what looked like a group of school kids (on a Saturday?) an parents were at the top enjoying graham crackers and the view.

Back on the trail we started to see other riders and walkers out as we approached Gresham. We also saw a couple Nutria, some mallards, 3 pair of wood ducks, and a peeved domestic goose who was fed up with our gawking.

We got off the trail again at Gresham’s Main City Park to grab some lunch at the farmer’s market. We somehow ended up in the Teddy Bear Parade trying to follow a float that said it was from the farmer’s market, and eventually found our way back. Sadly, there wasn’t really anything to eat other than hot dogs so we stopped at Jazzy’s Bagel shop to refuel. I think farmer’s markets should have a giant public grill and some olive oil and salt so people can buy fresh veggies and grill them on site. That would have been a terrific lunch.

From Gresham, we followed the trail to Hogan Rd. then north to Division to 257th because the map suggested the trail was incomplete beyond that point. We followed 257th down to Marine Dr – and although there was a bike lane on the road, it was probably the least interesting and least inviting part of the ride. But once you get past the confusion of the Troutdale outlets and the Troutdale Airport, the path starts up again and winds between the Columbia River and parts of the slough. To our amazement, we had just been looking at this area from the top of Powell Butte.
Emily along I-205

Eventually , you end up on the levee or a path just below the levee on the river side. Mt. Hood is behind you (or in front, depending on your direction) and the occasional overhead jetliner. It’s fun to watch the barely floating giants pass overhead at a speed which seems inadequate to keep them in the air. You can expect some headwind along this stretch since it’s on the river.

From Marine Dr., we took the I-205 trail south to the Springwater. The trail gets a little confusing in some places where you cross in traffic, but it’s much nicer than you’d expect. It’s surprisingly quiet on the trail. I was surprised and pleased by the courtesy of drivers who stopped to let us cross the major arterial. I know there were crosswalks, but still – even as a pedestrian conscious driver, I often race to beat them.

By this time, we were both quite tired and quickly cruised back on the Springwater trail to Johns Landing. We were both pleased to know that we could – should it ever become necessary – ride the entire trail. In fact, once the 40 mile loop is complete, it would be a blast.

For the complete set of pictures – see here. For previous section postings, see here.