Sauvie Island

 Rode out with Fritz, up the bike path, past his old house, over the Saint John's Bridge, route 30, and the Sauvie Island Bridge.

Stopped for corn but it wasn't ready.  Ate peaches and honey instead.  Stopped again for roadside blackberries - the first of the season.

"You are a horse" he shouted at me on the back half of the loop.  Used rhythmic breathing to keep myself going.  Inhale, exhale exhale, inhale inhale, exhale...in, out out, in in, out.