It was in Northeast Portland.I was travelling along Columbia Boulevard, Westbound approaching 33rd. our destination was the Oregon Food Bank on 33rd North of Columbia. I am not sure how far East we were from 33rd. We had recently passed a golf course. It was a strange little area, two or three houses, Columbia Avenue was a little uphill from us, so I am not sure the houses can be seen from Columbia Boulevard. It is possible they are affilliated with the golf course, maybe a groundskeeper's house. The grass looked so perfect, it was hard to beleive.

It IS possible my freind tried going through the backyard, or something. It isn't something that would make sense to me, because I doubt any road would be back there. Once I saw that the pavement ended, I would have gone back to Columbia Blvd. except he had gone on ahead of me.

Since the 33rd Street overpass is gone we should have planned our route better, and learned the detour. I had assumed my freind had done this, since it was his interveiw we were attending. The staff at Oregon Food Bank told us the route they use. Why he didn't get this information ahead of time, I don't know.Guess it's cause guys don't have the genes to ask for directons.

At one point a pedestrian stopped me, and told me he was a cyclist, and wouldn't be cycling the particular route we were on, but he didn't know how to get to our destination. Didn't matter, cuz I was playing catchup by then.

What bothered me most is being implicated in this alpha male sort of display thing. In other species, isn't it supposed to ATTRACT females ?

Mary