NOTE 23 January 2014: New posts are no longer posted to this blog. New stuff at my new blog, Please go there! All old and new posts are there, and you can also comment, too!

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Ramblin' Down By The Slough...

On the way back from my Bike Overnight to Ainsworth last Wednesday (Oct 23), rather than take a more direct route from Troutdale towards home, I decided to head north towards the Columbia. The reason was simple (and sort of stupid): I wanted to make a quick stop at the IKEA by the airport, as IKEA is the best source of cheap battery-powered LED string lights. Y'see, I like using string lights on my basket bikes, and IKEA will always have some right before the "holidays". Also: IKEA has my favorite museli. (As I said: sorta stupid.)

Anyways, on the way to the Marine Drive bike path along the Columbia, I crossed a branch of the Columbia's old backwater channel, the Columbia Slough.* But before I crossed the bridge, I noticed a gated service road that paralleled this channel of the slough. I was going to ride another slough-side trail further west, but why not explore this one and see where it goes? So what if the sign says "No Trespassing?"

Immediately I felt a change from busy four lane NE Airport Way, the road I was on, to a quieter, more bucolic setting. This is the old floodplain of the Columbia that floods no more due to the extensive (and excessive) diking down here. But the flavor of the area is decidedly riparian, and surprisingly bucolic, even as I pass pump stations and the loud hum of industry is omnipresent, just a few hundred metres away.

It wasn't too long until I came to a downed tree blocking the path. It's obvious a vehicle hasn't been down this way in some time. And that means the authorities haven't been down here in some time. I've often thought of a Bike Overnight trip in some wooded and secluded area of the city. Could this be a good candidate?

Then my initial elation deflates. While there hasn't been a running vehicle down here in some time, there is a vehicle. A rotting shell of a vehicle that has been down here for years, noted by the moss and ferns growing from the roof. It looks like a mid-80s GM "G-Body" platform car, like a Olds Cutlass Supreme, or a Buick Regal, which was the second car I ever owned.** The presence of empty bottles inside the car and bullet holes on the side panel says people come down here, and regularly.

I rolled onward for maybe a couple hundred feet more. Then I saw in the distance a big blue tarp hanging from trees. An encampment. It didn't surprise me to find this down here. I mean, if I was trying to live "off the grid" in the city and not get harassed by people, far-flung forested tracts like this are the best place. I didn't want to disturb or confront anyone, so I decided to turn back and deal with Airport Way. Maybe another day I'll come back to see what's beyond the bend, but today wasn't the day.

And yep, I still got myself some string lights from IKEA.

*Man, I didn't realize how long the Wikipedia page on the Columbia Slough has become!
**It's hard to think I owned five different cars in my life. All of that over a span of seven years, too.

1 comment:

  1. Sounds like a cool place to get some pedals in,IMO. 5 cars,wow,I'd owned 5 by the time I was 19 (over 150 to date) :o,I'm kinda a cycling-loving gear head though :p

    The DC


I'm no longer allowing new comments on this blog. You can comment on the exact same post on the new blog. Go find it over at

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.