Sunday May 2nd was a beautiful day in these parts, a mix of sun and clouds, a high in the 70s F. The big plan was to visit my friend Andy in his Milwaukie (the town south of Portland, note the lack of two “e”s) neighborhood. The ‘hood was having a small makers fair, with a selection of homemade goods, plants, jewelry, and the like. Andy has just started making bicycle bags under the handle of Lords Luggage. I’ve tested out his canvas bag designed for the Wald 137 basket. He was doing a brisk business, good for him. I hung out with him for a bit and also with the goats who occupy a bit of the yard.
The visit done, what better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than with a bicycle ride? I originally planned on heading southwards towards Oak Grove, but then got inspired to Head East. And if I was going to head east along the Springwater Corridor trail or thereabouts, why not hit up one of my favorite spots, Powell Butte? “But Shawn,” I asked myself, “weren’t you just here?” True, my last visit was two months ago, which is pretty recent as far as Powell Butte visits go. But I had only been up there once in 2020, I don’t get up there enough, so another visit “so soon” is fine. Heck, I should make sure I get a visit up there monthly.
Anyways, I of course brought film cameras. Last time I tested out some color Cinestill 50D stock in the Olympus 35RD rangefinder, this time was my first try with Ilford Delta 100 black and white stock. I also used a red filter vs. my standard yellow. That was a good idea, as it helped my skies “pop” with the puffy clouds. I had tried-and-true Kodak Ultramax 400 in the Olympus XA2. Some of the shots seemed underexposed, so I’m guessing the batteries are dying (I’ve replaced them.)
I hung out in the Old Orchard a bit, enjoying the shade and watching a couple cyclists pass by. Instead of heading down Old Holgate (my preferred route up) or Elderberry-Cedar Grove (my preferred descent), I headed down South Trail. It’s been maybe a decade using this trail, and before I would use it as my ascent. It’s definitely a better descent!
I got home around dark, about 25 or so miles of riding. The Bantam handled it superbly, no worries about breaking chains (or taking lanes.) Now I just have to make sure I get up to Powell Butte sooner than later…
Photos of this adventure in the dynamic flickr album below. Or, click here.