Yesterday afternoon the sky cleared after an overcast morning and I went for a mountain bike ride in Forest Park. It's one of the biggest urban forest parks in the country: over eight square miles of old-growth and secondary forest spread on a hillside overlooking the Willamette River and no less than three snow-capped volcanoes.
I couldn't help grinning as I rolled down the fire roads through glades of ferns, hemlocks, firs and cedars, everything spotlit by sunlight through the canopy. It's not bad-assed mountain biking; it's just one more thing I love about this city. As cliche as it sounds - another newcomer singing Portland's praises, *yawn* - I keep realizing how glad I am we moved here.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to walk down to the farmer's market and grab some locally made organic goat's milk cheese and go watch the sun set over Mount Hood.