As if they wish to make a point, all the animals I passed on this morning’s bike ride ignored me. Ducks slept balled up on gravel bars, king salmon sulked in eddies, and even Canada goose mothers let their goslings sleep feet away from the bike path as I climbed past. The dogs didn’t even bark. It’s okay being invisible in this borderland between the wild and the tame, town and country. I probably don’t fit in either place.