This morning, I rode to work in a light rain that turned to a heavy mist as I got closer to the Sound. You know, I love the Pacific Northwest.
I rode up the Left Coast one summer, and spent five days in Washington in a near-continual downpour. One day I had to stop because it was raining so hard I couldn't see. By the time I reached Port Angeles, my chain was rusted.
Yes, the Pacific Northwest is a lovely place, but sometimes it can be a bit too wet for my liking.
"LioNiNoiL_a t_N e t s c a p E_D 0 T_N e T" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:F5PHc.63849$rh.14471@okepread02...
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Yes, the Pacific Northwest is a lovely place, but sometimes it can be a bit too wet for my liking.
On Friday, I was riding from work to a barbecue/picnic, up at Golden Gardens State Park. It was 55 degrees and lightly raining. I bought a 7 pound salmon at the Pike Place Market, and had strapped it on to my rack, along with the marinade, with a bungee cord. As I rode through Myrtle Edwards Park, right along the waterfront, I felt very Northwest-y: rain, cool day in mid-July, water lapping against the shore, ships are moving in and out of the harbor, big salmon strapped on the back of the bike, headed for a picnic that no one would think of canceling just because of a little precipitation.
I felt very Northwest-y: rain, cool day in mid-July, water lapping against the shore, ships are moving in and out of the harbor, big salmon strapped on the back of the bike
In article <eGcIc.68943$XM6.63022@attbi_s53>, "Claire Petersky" <[email hidden]> writes in part:
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I felt very Northwest-y:
The blackberries are already starting to ripen.
I'm not usually much of a dessert person, but warm blackberry compote poured over a big, fluffy dumpling and topped with a scoop of ice cream can be a toothsome delight. Heck, it can almost be a main course.
cheers, Tom
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On Friday, I was riding from work to a barbecue/picnic, up at Golden Gardens State Park. It was 55 degrees and lightly raining.
Lucky you: here in Las Vegas on Friday it was 103F, and you can believe me when I say my ride home from work was no picnic, although it was somewhat like a barbecue.
In article <eGcIc.68943$XM6.63022@attbi_s53>, "Claire Petersky" <[email hidden]> writes in part:
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I felt very Northwest-y:
The blackberries are already starting to ripen.
I'm not usually much of a dessert person, but warm blackberry compote poured over a big, fluffy dumpling and topped with a scoop of ice cream can be a toothsome delight. Heck, it can almost be a main course.
I haven't been feeling the need for any desserts lately. I've been gorging on the Rainier and Bing cherries available very cheaply at my local asian grocer. I think last time I popped down there on the bike I picked up 6 pounds of Bings and 4 pounds of Rainiers. I haven't managed to make them into anything, because they are just so good by themselves.
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