Morning comes slowly at the feet of giant trees. After raven's "quark quark" wake-up call, I exited the forest depths to the bright riverside and filled my canteens. Slowly making my way back to my stowed bicycle, I scrambled over and under the enormous dead wood of old growth forest. Packed up, I found pavement once again and began the twisting ride along the Clackamas river towards Estacada. After 40 miles of deep forest blankets piled against clean river, I reached the North Fork dam and made the transition into a predominantly human-built environment. Tree farms, agricultural fields, and eventually the non-motorized Springwater Corridor, I returned home to find the first blackberries just ripe.