The weather today was cold and breezy, with a feel of dampness in it. I went to the post office, and then the library, where I got the Dr Who eighth season (the one after Matt Smith left), and as I was in the neighborhood, I went down to Miller's Landing Park.
The park is a low use one. When the girls were young and we used to frequent McKay Park, it was a field of rocks, dirt and weeds that was across the river, where people would take their dogs for romps and games of catch. Some developer wanted to put condos on the area, so a number of people pooled their money, bought it, and turned it over to Park and Rec to keep the land open. It features a restroom that was on my route, a picnic pavilion, and community gardens. I walked by the gardens and saw that there were a number of tomato plants still standing in otherwise empty spots, frozen marigolds, some defiant rhubarb, and a glorious vine of peas that stayed untouched from the frost. The special needs adults' spot was void of its flamingos. Down by the river lies a Japanese style sand garden (a patch of fine gravel, with some small boulders to give it character). It is my thought to bring down a rake and drag out some patterns, but I also think that instead of creating some Zen-ish artwork, I'd find the town's largest litter box.
I set my timer for half an hour, and walked the paths, the perimeter, the inner area, observed the riparian area. Many of the bushes that were at Shelvin are also at Miller's, but here they seem to be a week late and were crowded and riotous in their colors of yellows, oranges, light greens and brown. The white waxy Christmas berries were plentiful, while the ones I saw Sunday were scant.
I saw a Park's truck pull up in the parking lot, and a park steward, one of my co-workers, got out and talked to the woman who had three large dogs playing off-leash. He went to the restrooms while she rounded up the dogs and left. He doesn't have the authority as a steward to give her tickets, but he is also a police officer in his other job and could when he was on duty. I had a dog that got injured from another dog that was off-leash, and I had little sympathy for her, especially when I saw one of them squat earlier and she apparently either didn't see it or did and did nothing.
She left and he reappeared, spotted me and came over for a short visit. The construction area by the Colorado Bridge is coming along, and should be done in a couple of weeks and we watched the work for a short while as we talked shop. My timer went off, the topic was done, and so I left.
I made up for the moments I spent talking by shopping at the store and making two trips carrying bags of groceries up the apartment's stairs.
Photo from http://www.gogobot.com/millers-landing-park-bend-attraction
Columbia Park can be glimpsed across the river. The Japanese-style sand garden is right of center
The park is a low use one. When the girls were young and we used to frequent McKay Park, it was a field of rocks, dirt and weeds that was across the river, where people would take their dogs for romps and games of catch. Some developer wanted to put condos on the area, so a number of people pooled their money, bought it, and turned it over to Park and Rec to keep the land open. It features a restroom that was on my route, a picnic pavilion, and community gardens. I walked by the gardens and saw that there were a number of tomato plants still standing in otherwise empty spots, frozen marigolds, some defiant rhubarb, and a glorious vine of peas that stayed untouched from the frost. The special needs adults' spot was void of its flamingos. Down by the river lies a Japanese style sand garden (a patch of fine gravel, with some small boulders to give it character). It is my thought to bring down a rake and drag out some patterns, but I also think that instead of creating some Zen-ish artwork, I'd find the town's largest litter box.
I set my timer for half an hour, and walked the paths, the perimeter, the inner area, observed the riparian area. Many of the bushes that were at Shelvin are also at Miller's, but here they seem to be a week late and were crowded and riotous in their colors of yellows, oranges, light greens and brown. The white waxy Christmas berries were plentiful, while the ones I saw Sunday were scant.
I saw a Park's truck pull up in the parking lot, and a park steward, one of my co-workers, got out and talked to the woman who had three large dogs playing off-leash. He went to the restrooms while she rounded up the dogs and left. He doesn't have the authority as a steward to give her tickets, but he is also a police officer in his other job and could when he was on duty. I had a dog that got injured from another dog that was off-leash, and I had little sympathy for her, especially when I saw one of them squat earlier and she apparently either didn't see it or did and did nothing.
She left and he reappeared, spotted me and came over for a short visit. The construction area by the Colorado Bridge is coming along, and should be done in a couple of weeks and we watched the work for a short while as we talked shop. My timer went off, the topic was done, and so I left.
I made up for the moments I spent talking by shopping at the store and making two trips carrying bags of groceries up the apartment's stairs.
Photo from http://www.gogobot.com/millers-landing-park-bend-attraction
Columbia Park can be glimpsed across the river. The Japanese-style sand garden is right of center
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