We spent our Saturday riding the mountain bike trails at Alsea Falls just Southwest of Corvallis. The weather, trails, and flow were all perfect.
Springing in Springtime Portland. Been a while since I’ve ridden the Timberjack. I can hardly way for everything to dry out a little so I can get out onto the trails again.
At the entrance to the Oregon Zoo, there stood a mountain goat. Its name unknown to most. As rain pelted its back, it eyed us with a dark stare, but soon something changed its posture. “The Mountains Are Calling and I Must Go!” Alas, our friend is still growing fat in the loving arms of captivity.