Red Trike

With one thing and another, Raffi and I have hardly gotten out in the last month.

But we did today, and saw blooms everywhere.

Along with a few other interesting things:

These critters, for two. I’ve always wanted my own end-loader, or a digger, or any other of the myriad tiny construction vehicles one sees around.

There were no workers in sight — maybe I missed my chance for a joy ride?

Never mind; I was enjoying my fling with Raffi quite well enough.

Less amusing was noting that the massive apartment complex being built on a flood plain is also being built right up to the [frequently flooding] creek’s edge.

Must have been some mighty big pay-offs there. Or is it just massive stupidity? This is the kind of thinking that declares that a pandemic is over because no one wants to wear masks anymore. Someone wants to build apartments, so a flood zone is declared null. Nice.

Note: The path along the other side of the creek is still filled with sand from the last flood. It’s not as if you can’t see how it happens, and when it last did.

Distance: 6.16 miles (11.2 km)

Total distance for 2022, to date: 36.22 miles (58.29 km)