Valentine's Day STRIKE!

This year for Valentine's Day my darling husband and I decided to lay low. I started off the day with making eggs benedict, yum! Shortly after breakfast we watched our wedding video, it really took me back to that wonderful day, all the people, the laughter. No surprise I cried as I watched the love of my life say his vows he wrote for me. Oh gosh, I love that man.

The day was sunny but slightly brisk, the clouds overhead were threatening, but could never overthrow the power of the warm sun. We walked with our coffees in hand up to Mt. Tabor. We however, were not the only ones there on this fateful holiday, we were not alone. As we trekked up the hill we heard sounds of crashing and yelling. Unsure of what awaited us at the top of the mountain, we continued walking, conversing about little things. Once we had reached the top we were shocked, but pleased, at what our eyes were seeing. Human Bowling. Yes it is true, these eccentric portlanders get on their little bikes and petal as fast as they can into traffic cones, hoping they can get a strike. The crowd grew as more and more wondered what the peculiar ruckus was up north. This made my day, knowing people throw themselves into traffic cones on Valentine's Day, the holiday when single people would rather die than recognize they are single.

No one seemed to be getting hurt, it was a pretty safe sport considering the circumstances. Lucky for these "bowling balls" the cones are forgiving and soften the blow. Most walk away with some mud on their hinies and the sting of victory over the cones they recently dominated. Portland has hit an all time high for me at this point, I love it. I love that I could observe such a fantastic sport. I plan on attending next year, with a better camera.