Ashland

Well, Ashland was once again a fabulous place. I flew in to Portland, and made the scenic drive down to Ashland on the Sunday before class, and it was simply awe-inspiring. Keep in mind that I really hadn't seen sun for weeks, and there it was, beaming down for the whole trip. Driving through the mountains just made me want to steal someones bike and climb all around me.

When I made it to the hostel, everything just felt great. I was in a place where the pace is identical to my own, and all was well. We had pretty good weather the whole week, it would rain a bit in the mornings, but would clear up in the afternoons. I was lucky enough to borrow a bike from one of the instructors (Thanks Steve) to spin about on for the week. It was a nice little fixie that really tested my leg strength on some of the hills leading to the mountains surrounding the town. It was the most I'd been on any fixie for a while, and made me remember why I spent so much time on them a couple years ago.





Well, this trip really can't be summed up in words, so I'll have pictures to post from some of my rides. But it was genuinely a great trip, and thanks to the graciousness of a few friends, I had a bike, and I had a place to stay in The Republic of Portland on the way home.