Bicycling Through Homelessness (Part 2)

I bicycled approximately 30 miles round trip on what is officially known as the Springwater Corridor Trail and during my journey and encountered approximately 250 tents, structures, hovels, shelters, and other oddball domiciles. During the ride I saw an estimated 50-75 people outside these installations and several more moving inside.

The pedestrians, bicyclists and joggers were apparently there for fitness and recreation. I wasn’t. What was I there for?

The bicycle/pedestrian trail I traversed during my ride parallels a salmon bearing stream that has been extensively restored in recent years to improve salmon habitat. So as I rode and noticed such restoration, it dawned on me I was also riding through human decay where little, if any, restoration is happening.

I rode by a Latina woman sitting on the ground and when she saw my old school, Rasta-colored bicycle she said, smiling, “I love your bike. It’s pretty cool for a white guy.”

Upon hearing this, I laughed aloud and slapped my thigh. “Thank you,” I said.

She looked back at me and smiled wider.

One round dwelling was encircled with wood and the entrance was framed with giant sticks of beaverwood doubtless harvested from the nearby creek. I guess there is another beaverwood nut in Portland besides me. I’d like to talk to him or her about their obsession.

I saw an obese shirtless man flat on his back attended by medics with a could of Sheriff’s deputies standing around in body armor. The man looked dead, although I never seen a dead man.

Is there another bicycle/pedestrian trail in Portland or Oregon or all of America for that matter where a person can ride or jog or walk right though hundreds of homeless encampments a few feet away and see these homeless people, hear them, interact with them if so desired?

I never saw another bicyclist or jogger or walker interact with the homeless people along the trail, although I did see many homeless people try to interact with non-homeless people. All of what I was heard was friendly. Of course it was a nice day. A couple years ago, a homeless man along this trail was feigning attacks on pedestrians and cyclists with a machete. Or they might have been real. There are many people who refuse to use this trail because of a perceived danger.