Today, Saturday is a quiet day. It is the day before Good Friday and Easter, a private day of reflection.The sky is grey, there is a bite in the wind, the smell of snow, a a touch of melancholy.
(I made an appearance at church cleaning--it wasn't my turn, but I still showed up, late, and told them that I wouldn't be there at cleaning for the next six months, due to my work schedule.)
It was too windy for the hat, so I wrapped my scarf around my head and joined the many in their walks. After I crossed the view bridge and was on Shevlin-Hixon Drive, I decided not turn left to the flagged bridge, but continue straight on to Riverbend Park. The wind died down a bit as I went past the berms that hide the Hampton Inn, and followed the road past the parks' administration building to Riverbend Park.
The restroom was as if the custodian had just left it. I enjoyed it for a short while, as it was a nice, heated room, then decided to go further to the footbridge that joins Riverbend and Farewell Bend Parks and walk back along the Farewell Bend side of the river. The loop that goes around that bridge down to the flagged footbridge is supposed to be 1.3 miles, while the loop I usually walk is either 1.6 or 1.1 mile, depending on which sign or marker you read. I know I didn't get the full 1.3 miles, as I didn't go to the dog park route. Maybe some other time I will, when it's not feeling like snow will start any minute.
The sky and the wind and the smell of snow continued as I walked between the river and the riverside condos that my friend Bonnie and I had checked out years ago--a million dollars for dark, small rooms with fake library books in the open house decor. They are undoubtedly worth that much even after the Recession. More were being built. I went on, my body not complaining, not aching.
When I got to the flagged bridge, I walked it, back and forth, just for bragging rights, and continued on my usual route, back to Miller's Landing, where my kidney reacted to the sight of the restrooms, like Pavlov's dog to the bell. There were a few flakes of snow that touched my face as I went down the sidewalk, but that was it.
| The horses at "Two Bit Bridge," which connects Riverbend and Farewell Bend Parks. |
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