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OCTOBER 19, 2017 // 3 SCRATCHPAD Take that, race doubters occasional jog up my street, perhaps. But long-distance running? Not so much. This would be a fi rst for me. Yep, I told her. It was the fourth time in three days I had revealed my quixotic, possibly delusional plan to run the full 10K (6.2 miles): from Dismal Nitch Rest Area in Washington, over the Astoria Bridge, followed by a last loop near the Astoria Riverwalk en route to the fi nish line at the foot of Basin Street. By ERICK BENGEL COAST WEEKEND A A friend asked me: You’re running the race? Like, running it? We had bumped into each other less than an hour before we were scheduled to participate in the Great Co- lumbia Crossing last Sunday morning. Running, she knows, is not something I am widely known for. A brisk jaunt to the nearest bakery, sure. The coast INSIDE THIS ISSUE weekend arts & entertainment 4 9 10 THE ARTS ‘Dig, Shuck, Shake’ Astoria native’s cookbook picking up steam COAST WEEKEND EDITOR ERICK BENGEL CALENDAR COORDINATOR REBECCA HERREN CONTRIBUTORS DAVID CAMPICHE LAURA CHERAU RYAN HUME KATHERINE LACAZE BARBARA LLOYD McMICHAEL COASTAL LIFE Close to Home Stalking the wild mushroom To advertise in Coast Weekend, call 503-325-3211 or contact your local sales representative. © 2017 COAST WEEKEND FEATURE Astoria International Film Festival New items for publication consideration must be submitted by 10 a.m. Tuesday, one week and two days before publication. This year’s theme: ‘The Human Spirit’ PHOTO BY COLIN MURPHEY The historic Liberty Theatre in downtown Astoria 14 And it was the fourth time someone had looked at me as if I had misplaced my meds. A colleague, unable to hide her incredulity, asked: Have you ever done that be- fore? (As if that’s something I should have considered.) It’ll shock your system, she warned. Even my running mate, a seasoned marathoner, auto- matically assumed we would be walking. The doubters had spoken, and what they said didn’t DINING Mouth of the Columbia Salt Hotel & Pub sweats the details FURTHER ENJOYMENT MUSIC CALENDAR .....................5 SEE + DO ........................... 12, 13 CW MARKETPLACE ................ 18 CROSSWORD ........................... 20 GRAB BAG ................................ 23 Find it all online! CoastWeekend.com features full calendar listings, keyword search and easy sharing on social media. TO SUBMIT AN ITEM Phone: 503.325.3211 Ext. 217 or 800.781.3211 Fax: 503.325.6573 E-mail: editor@coastweekend.com Address: P.O.Box 210 • 949 Exchange St. Astoria, OR 97103 Coast Weekend is published every Thursday by the EO Media Group, all rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced without consent of the publisher. Coast Weekend appears weekly in The Daily Astorian and the Chinook Observer. exactly add up to a vote of confi dence. As race day ap- proached, I began to wonder what on earth I had gotten myself into. Let it therefore be known that on the fi fteenth of October, in the year of our Lord 2017, I ran the Great Columbia Crossing from start to fi nish. (Well, alternated, really, between running and jogging, fol- lowed by an exasperated sprint near the end to get it over with.) It occurred to me that I’ve never fully appreciated the grandeur of the bridge or the stunning panorama of the Columbia River while merely driving over it. But on Sunday, as the Oregon landmass got closer, I took a few moments to behold our little port town, tucked into the hillside and sprawled along the riverfront, a site of historic rendezvous among Na- tive people, explorers and empires. The Crossing, truth be told, wasn’t something I wanted to do, but something I wanted to have done. That changed as I reached the peak of the bridge; I was actively enjoying myself, no longer worried about eating pavement. I had made it that far without stopping, and by then I knew I could fi nish without stopping. Total time: One hour, 9 minutes, several seconds. Roughly 11-ish minutes per mile. “Shock my system”? Haughty laugh. True, my knees feel like they’re going to buckle — I will be limp- ing for a few days — but no shattered shins, no internal bleeding, no hallucinations, no chafi ng. Win. “I did believe in you, sort of,” my running mate texted me afterward. Will I run next year? Do doubters doubt? CW