Finally our goal became the beginning of the construction area where the bike trail turns onto an actual street. The street is a big up hill road, so we procrastinated that a long time.

Becca and I really were soooo hot one day, and ran out of water, that we climbed down the hill and got stuck in the creek. It felt so good though. We refilled our water bottle a few times and dumped it over our heads several times throughout that ride.

The boys (If you're new to my life, 'the boys' are Malachai, my four year old son, and Marcus, my 4 year old nephew) like to throw rocks into the creek from the bridge.

I think that's right near 154th, anyway it made for a 2.5 mile trip from my house, one way. That was huge. So Huge. But such an accomplishment.

We went home everyday in the beginning, telling everyone how far we'd rode, they didn't belive us, I mean they DID believe us, but it was so far. They were impressed.

The bike trail (as long as you go East from here) stays pretty level though, so it's easier to ride. There's bumps in the path, inclines, etc. But once you get going, your forward momentum gets you over the humps.

Finally we took the turn one day, and started venturing further. The bike trail actually just about connects with 181st and Powell, so we could in essence ride it to the turn to Becca's house. that's kind of neat! We need a good matching North South trail though.

Venturing even further in another trip, we made it to downtown Gresham, and collapsed in a cemetary lol. How fitting is that? We were through. Dad road down the street a bit further while Becca and I lay in the grass in the cemetary lifeless. He brought us back Orange Juice and pastries, that got us moving again, all the way to a local bar. We sat there and ate dinner, and then.. road all the way home... Phew, big accomplishments.