Yes, this is Portland. Friday evening after work I decided Bello needed some swimming. The Columbia, although polluted and trafficked by jet skis and motor boats, is still quite wonderful. It is still a body of water, still makes the right sounds, smells good, attracts birds, and allows brown dogs to fetch sticks and dig for hours. Across the way Washington is manicured and quaint compared to the industrialized Oregon side on which I sit. This spot is like riding to Capitola on flat ground for all those Santa Cruz readers so it is a mild trek with Bello on the longhaul but on the way home I got in the evening riding groove and a novice roadie drafted off me.