It's lunchtime. I have an hour and a half. Where should I go? In earlier posts, I have focused on the more obviously picturesque. What about - for today - an ordinary street?
First the practicalities - getting there on bike. In years past, the narrow bridge, between where I start today and the so-ordinary 18th Street I'm aiming for, meant much glancing back over the shoulder, much frantic risk-assessment, then sudden boldness taking the lane, pedalling like bats are streaming after.
It's not nearly so exciting lately since they've built the biker's bridge. The wood still smells new. I can pause and look down into the creek. I think someone in this town loves bikers.