The hostel served its purpose. It had a bed and shower, and was walking distance to Powell’s book store.
I spent the evening hanging around the hostel, sampling a local koltsch.
This morning after checking out I rolled to Voodoo doughnuts. I had the Mafia fritter, a concoction only a deviant mind could invent.
Then I rode about 10 miles to my niece Shannon’s house. It was a mighty hilly ride.
I spent about five hours there. It once my grandnephew took a nap he was a fun play buddy. He’s currently trying to figure out how to crawl. I pulled out my grandpop’s knee bouncing act, perhaps my earliest memory.
He also had fun playing with Mrs. Rootchopper’s crinkle quilt.
His mom is a happy, if tired, camper.
After baby time, I ride a few miles to Eric’s house. Eric and I worked together for years. He’s putting me up for a few nights so that I can get The Mule and me home Thursday night.
Mikes: 12
Tour Miles: 4,313.5
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
Powell’s – well played sir