All Things Bright and Bruised

After taking a day to dry our socks and pack our bags, Andrew and I headed down to Bend to do some mountain biking.

Driving around Mt Bachelor, we stopped to mull our options. Into the clouds, or back towards blue skies?

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Our first Oregon morning was freezing. But who cares, it was finally sunny! We spent the morning biking up the steep dirt road to Paulina Peak, and the rest of the day riding a 24 mile circuit around Paulina lake and East Lake.

Morning sun rising through the clouds at our campsite.

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Atop Paulina Peak

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Andrew's makeshift braking mechanism (bungee cord assisted drag brake) for the longer downhill portions of the ride.

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Stopping for a rest half way through the ride, above Paulina Lake

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Feeling a bit battered (after my first endo) and tired the next day, we opted for a day hike up to South Sister.

The South Sister and I

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Moraine Lake

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Glorious sunset from camp at Elk Lake

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Our last sun-filled day was spent biking around Swedish Ridge from Swampy Lakes trailhead.

riding zee bikes

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Once By the Ocean

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From Oregon Coast

Once By The Ocean
Robert Frost

The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God's last Put out the light was spoken.

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From Oregon Coast