Morning commutes:)

I’m still humming along here on my 100-mile-per-week biking goal, and these days have been absolutely the best time to be riding.

Yes, there are the soggy parts, and the slippery leaves, and the puddles, but also the colors and the dramatic skies and the invigorating wind and the geese overhead and that frisky, red-cheeked fall feeling.

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(A ride along Terwilliger Blvd has been a favorite these days)

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Let me again be grateful for the unintended benefit of a fake commute with no set end but my own home: without (usually) having to go to my office, my wheels can go anywhere, provided I’m back in time to do what I need to do for work. The available commute options are — well, not limitless, but much greater than they were.

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(along the Willamette River is is probably my “staple” commute since it’s just so lovely to be on the water)

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(but commutes out the Springwater Path toward Gresham have also come into play)

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(and finding random inspirational messages has been sweet:)

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No giant moral to this story; just feeling happy about riding my bike, in the fall, in Portland, with a body that works and a home to come back to and the wide world out there always.

I hope you’re all also finding some fall joys:)

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