May
9
Crossing the Columbia
by Maxim in
Friday May 8th, Emily and I woke up on the north bank of the Columbia River with ambitions to forge. We took to our bicycles and began to climb the Lewis and Clark bridge. The bridge carried us over the river, a much easier task than done previously by the pioneers for which the bridge is named. Nonetheless, the shoulder of the bridge was small and pieces of wood and bark blown from the passing logging trucks scattered our path. The wind blew with might, as did the trucks that roared passed us only feet away. The bridge not only brought us over the water but into the state of Oregon where we pedaled later that day into Portland.