At the Johnson Creek bridge, I was approached by an agitated man. He was not threatening, but he was clearly upset. Freshly showered, recently shaved, well-dressed for the cold not for the wet. I slowed to see what he needed, and after a few seconds it was clear that he is working with some cognitive impairments. He was upset about a bike (he was riding a bike). Another bike was supposed to be at one end of the bridge, but was apparently at the other end of the bridge. He showed me, but there was no bike at either end as far as I could tell. He rode with me for fifty yards before I thanked him, wished him good luck, and sped back up.
No tents along the Springwater Corridor between the Sellwood Bridge (where there is always a cluster) and approximately SE 92nd Ave. Just west of 92nd, a Rapid Response Team was conducting a sweep, and campers were packing up their belongings. East of 92nd, there was a small encampment of a dozen tents.
I turned north on the I-205 MUP, where there are several tents in various stages of construction, reconstruction, and adaptation to this past weekend’s shift in weather. In addition to the usual Portland pavé of Douglas fir needles, lodgepole pine needles, and disposable hypodermic needles, I rolled over some blue crystal that looked a lot like one of Walter White’s creations. Someone is going to be upset when they get home.
The mucky season is back. Time for some fender clearance adjustments.
Strava segment – this segment sucks