In the haze of marijuana smoke and dreadlocks on otherwise adorable people, in the midst of earth-tones, Northface, and students indistinguishable from hobos, I sometimes forget what there is to love about Eugene. I needed a reminder, so I hopped on my badass bicycle (compliments of SKL) and took a trip down the North Shore bike path, stopping for a Ruby Ale (followed by an impromptu Terminator Stout) at McMenamins by the river. Eugene and I are on good terms once again.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
A River Runs Through It
In the haze of marijuana smoke and dreadlocks on otherwise adorable people, in the midst of earth-tones, Northface, and students indistinguishable from hobos, I sometimes forget what there is to love about Eugene. I needed a reminder, so I hopped on my badass bicycle (compliments of SKL) and took a trip down the North Shore bike path, stopping for a Ruby Ale (followed by an impromptu Terminator Stout) at McMenamins by the river. Eugene and I are on good terms once again.
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