So, last weekend was the Big Move. We hauled all our furniture and the remaining odds and ends of our stuff out to Yucaipa, and I've spent the last week trying to put the house in order bit by bit, and recovering from a general sense of exhaustion. As a side note, local moves have some appreciable advantages. Our last two moves were from Tucson to Oregon, and Oregon to California. It's been nice being able to move things in one load at a time. I had bought a bundle of small boxes at the local storage place, and realized that these could quickly add up into the hundreds of dollars. So, to save money, we'd take a load over, unpack and put stuff away, and then re-use the boxes. It was nice because things stayed pretty tidy at the new house...until the last few loads, anyway, which contained all the flotsam and jetsam that never really got sorted.
But all that aside, today is Sunday, and it's a beautiful sunny day. Clear sky, temperature around 60 degrees...a perfect day for a nice walk. So I set out to explore the neighborhood a bit, and headed east. After wandering past the local school and through some residential neighborhoods, I came to a ravine. I was walking along the west side of the street, and the sign on that side said "Private Property, No Trespassing". "Too bad," I thought. Then I looked across the street to see if it was the same on that side. There was a sign alright, but it looked different. The road crossed the ravine at a diagonal, so I walked a little farther until I could read the text. "No Motorized Vehicles Allowed," it said. That looks promising! I crossed the street for a closer look, and what do I find? TRAILHEAD!!! Yesss!!!! Off I go, with a happy spring in my step.
The trail meandered eastward through the ravine, between residential areas on either side. Then, gradually, the path climbed until I was clear of all the houses, standing on a rise overlooking the city and beyond, as the trail continued upward into the hills. Nice. I know where I'm going to be spending my afternoons! Pleased, I turned and headed back home, saving this treasure for another day.