Tuesday started out kind of poopy with light rain, chilly temps and lots of clouds. We waited till the rain stopped and then took off. Our bikes and our clothes were covered with tiny needles from the conifers, kicked up from our tires on the wet trail. Perhaps because of the overcast, cool day, we met very few people on the trail. By the same token, the crisp, fresh air invigorated us... and we loved the clean, Christmas-like scent to the air... like being in an outdoor cathedral. In Vernonia, we stopped at a coffee shop to enjoy a cuppa and get warm. They had great soft rock music there too. Nice break.
This banana slug ain't pretty, but it was big! The old Fuel House - now roofless and with trees and ferns (and artistic graffiti but no litter) - of the Oregon-American Mill, which operated from the mid-1920's to 1957. Weird bldg now!
Where the bike trail crosses Stub Stewart St Pk. And - lordy - this is a 5-qt container brimming with apples we picked along the Vernonia trail - no wonder that last uphill was so tough - we were each weighted down with 5-10 lbs of apples in our bags! We're always picking goodies!