Walking out of airports, food porn, bicycles

Seriously: after a long draught in blogging, what more do you want than these three things? Tell me, dammit, and I'll probably make it happen, despite being ridiculously busy and juggling about ten pots on the burner.

Back in March, I once again enjoyed walking out of the Eugene airport, and back in at the end of my trip.

Here's a view looking north, as you're about to actually get into the airport proper. As you can see, there is plenty of shoulder to walk on. (Go back to that linked post for explicit instructions on walking out of Eugene, and for more discussion of walking out of airports generally.)

And a little food porn: I've gotten really in to sandwiches lately. This is tofurky, fresh tomatoes, dijon, and ONIONS!

And here's the obligatory bike porn:
This is my mountain bike after 28 miles of some of the most challenging cycling I've ever done, up in the wilds of Chamblee and Dunwoody, GA (ugly big box suburbs northeast of Atlanta that have some incredible off-road riding in the woods.) At various points my front wheel was over halfway submerged in muddy water (and remember that this bike is a 29er.) I got some moderately bad poison ivy:

Doesn't look that bad, I know: but this is almost two weeks old.