It's all too easy to get into ruts these days, and the deeper in you get, the harder it is to get out. That's how I've been feeling about my morning walks lately. When I mentioned this ennui to Henry, he suggested contacting a friend of ours who is knowledgeable about the trails in our nearby almost-wilderness area, the Olmos Basin. He was all too happy to meet us and show us around a selection of these amazing woodland routes...
Here's what the woods look like for most of the walk...
...although there were a few places where we got a bit off the beaten track and things looked more like this:
These are actually ragweed plants! They were so tall and thick they almost looked like bamboo. Glad they weren't blooming!
Other hazards along the trails are thorny vines and poison ivy (although we saw little of the latter). Not to mention...
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Watch your step!
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Among the less threatening flora...
But the real highlight of the trip was getting to see a neighborhood landmark from a totally new viewpoint! I have occasionally written about Olmos Dam, which is just a mile or so from our house and is what keeps downtown from flooding during our always-too-much-except-when-it's-not-enough rain events.
Here's a post from several years ago that shows a lot of its front side. This is a walk I take when I want a real workout, since going up the sides on either end is a challenge. You really can't do it now since there's not much shade.
The backside is a little shadier, and it's so cool to see it from this vantage! To think that all the years we've lived here, this is the first time! On the right you can see the intakes with just a little puddle at their base. Yes, we're overdue for some rain and didn't even get much from Hanna.
Here's the west end, with the 281 freeway over it:
And here you can see most of the length:
As we left the dam and—eventually—found our way onto the main trail, here's how it looked from over our shoulders. Nice to know that we could never get really lost, as long as we knew where this big guy was!
Just a bit of adventuring later, we came out on our desired endpoint: the Basin soccer fields. Where it looked like there was actually a game getting ready to start.
It's a rather sad commentary, I guess, to be so excited about walking around some trails no more than 2 miles from our house, that we'd never been on before. But, it is what it is. At least we know they are there now, and when it gets cooler we'll give them another workout.