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Eugene Ural Ride: Sunset at Skinner Butte
Filed Under (Trip Journals) by Anthony StClair on 30-04-2008
Curing cabin fever

This week’s weather has known no constancy. A bit of sun, then hail. Then chilly sunlight. Then pounding rain. Then more pounding rain. Then a bit of hail, and all the while, chill and chill and chill.
So this evening, with clouds breaking and the air, well, approaching warm, I found myself in the living room with a hellish bout of cabin fever. A volume of Yeats, one of my favorite poets, lay on my lap, but I kept thinking I should go for a ride. “No,” I thought, “the weather’s going to go to hell again.” I opened the Yeats, skimmed it, put it aside. I looked out the window again. Shook my head. Opened the book again, skimmed it again, shut it again. It was 6:30 p.m.; I looked out the window once more, wondering if the weather would be decent for the reminder of the day, or if ominous clouds would roll in and break at any moment.
Finally I said the hell with it, and geared up for a ride.
I didn’t want to go far, didn’t need to go far. I just needed to get out for a little while. A few minutes thought gave me the answer: ride up Skinner Butte.




When you’re new to something, like being a newbie novice amateur mechanic, fixing even little things like broken turn signals can take some time. I read some message boards, asked some questions and checked with my dealer — which didn’t take nearly as long as it might sound — and had my turn signals working again quickly. Here’s how it all went down:

