Suicide Bridge (Vista Bridge) has always been one of my favorite places in portland. With the exception of the high load of traffic that hurls itself across the bridge, it is a fairly perfect outlet for stress. It has a great view and a nice breeze. plenty of seats and is fun to throw things off of.

I got off work early on thursday and decided i would head up and read my book for a while. It was beautiful most of the day, intermittent fog and no rain.. this all changed when i got off work. drizzle.. and more drizzle. i would not havethe highlight of my day taken from me though. i jumped on my bike and pedaled across the river and up the hills. stopped at fred meyer for a pound of grapes as i went.

Once reaching suicide bridge, i was drenched.i managed to find a single spot under some trees that was dry and read my book for an hour. 3/4 of my grapes were bellybound and made me smile, they had lost their firmness, so they felt extra gooshy when i bit into them. i had images in my head that were gruesome and halloweeny due to their texture.

the other 1/4 grapes flew off the bridge, hurtling at high speed down onto the cars below. this is the samething i always do when i come up here.. it is all part of the relaxation process.

took a couple photos, then made my way down to powells in order to drink coffee and chit chat with Awkward Anne, or maybe she was Awesome Anne that day.. it was hard to tell, in her defense, it usually isnt.