Rain, bikes, comics

I got completely soaked while walking to the library today! It was already starting to sprinkle as I left the house, and my roommate's boyfriend yelled, "You'll never make it!" when I strolled off without an umbrella. I knew he was right, but I did it anyway.

Part of the reason I got soaked is because I do things like stop and take photos of puddles.

But anyway, I might as well tell you about my trip last weekend. A few of my friends and I drove out to go camping and biking in The Dalles, which is about an hour and half from Portland.

Some pictures from the car. I was talking about boys and was consequently unable to put much effort into making sure the camera was focused, but you get the idea:

After driving around aimlessly and not finding any land without a "NO TRESPASSING" sign, we finally gave up and camped in a state park, which was less than ideal but still ridiculously beautiful. It also happened to be the windiest, coldest day in the world, so we spent most of the day in the tent, playing cards and eating chips.

Freezing in the campground bathroom. That's what I slept in.

But it was worth it, because the campgrounds looked like this:

Sitting around the campfire that night, one of my friends said, "Look up!" and we all gasped in unison as we saw how bright the stars were. A second later, we saw a shooting star!

The next day, we got up at 6:00 and went for a 30-mile cherry blossom ride.

Do you recognize that butt? It's mine. I'm wearing padded shorts.

Bike gang. Ratty t-shirts, rickety bikes, and tutus! Everyone else had trillion dollar bikes.

Mt. Hood at the 15 mile marker

I'm happy because this rest stop had Nutter Butters.

I also worked at Stumptown Comics Fest a few weekends ago. I didn't bring a camera, but it was sort of like this:

Man, it was great. I met so many awesome people and learned so much! I even found a little comic book about a girl's trip to visit family in Decatur. Yes!