The other day as Ale and I were biking down 36 on our way to Eugene, we stumbled upon a sign saying “noti.” Being the mature 23-year-olds that we are, we immediately pulled to the side and started taking pictures with the sign. Ale gave me a risque pose in her insect repellant zip off pants / shorts and bright yellow jacket, leaving the helmet on for good measure. The one car that passed during this time slowed way down to get in on the action. That lucky driver had no idea what he was in for.
The real story begins with what Ale found in the grass after the photo shoot. As I attempted to put my phone back in its water-proof-bike-mounting case with gloved fingers, Ale exclaimed something unclear. I had to ask her to repeat what she had said about 5 times before I realized what she had found (I was very distracted with the difficult task at hand). Then I realized, the one thing she had been wanting for the past 18 years had finally materialized in her life… a plastic ax.
Ale held the ax for several minutes, I gave her some privacy because I’m sure there was a lot of emotion involved in the situation. After the allotted time, Ale dropped the ax and said, “too heavy, not worth it.” So we left the ax behind for some other Noti girl to find.