Out to the cabins…

Some things never change. Despite doing this scores of times over the years, there’s always the last minute flurry of stuffing things into bags, strapping to racks, etc. And to complicate things, it’s the first time using the Crested Butte for an overnight adventure. And I would have loved to pack more minimally, but three nights hunkered down in a cabin in the woods, ten miles from the nearest grocery requires quite a bit of food. And booze.
Right now we are on the MAX, westbound to Hillsboro, then a relatively short bike ride to Forest Grove, where we’ll spend Saturday night in the relative luxury of the Grand Lodge. Tomorrow Stub Stewart.
Blogged from the MAX in the Westside Burbs.
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