Morning Walk in the Park

"Late Morning Walk in the Park"
Sunday, October 26, 2008

Not too long after I woke up today, my sinuses started bothering me. I took a nap, then woke to the sounds of our neighbor's stereo. The wailing mariachis, sounding as though their 'huevos' were caught in a vise, were most disturbing. My head hurt terrible. Oh, I could have worked on my assertiveness and communication skills and found some nice way to approach the neighbor so that she would be happy to quiet the wailers. But I didn't. It was easier just to retreat.

Having had to work Saturday, we hadn't had a weekend walk. It was beginning to heat up by 10:00am, but I figured we wouldn't bake too badly. So we got out of our nightgowns and got dressed. I did have presence of mind to bring a camera. I decided on West Wetlands park, because of the shaded ramadas under which we could rest.

When we got there, intriguing arrows were laid out on the path in a white sand:

The mystery drew me, I had to know to what they led...

Julia had worn her old tromping shoes, so she was up for it...

The arrows had us zigging and zagging until we came across the Colorado river...

Two ducks were frolicing in the water...

The arrows then led uphill, and to return to the entrance. But I was curious. I had my camera, and that statue we'd seen earlier wasn't far from there. Very near to it is a bridge, and I think there must be plans for future development in this area:

Standing on the bridge, we can see the statue of the Mormon soldier Philemon Merrill by R.C. Merrill.
(Yes, we can see two awful highway signs, as well!)

This angle reveals the nice fabric treatment...

This angle had been all in shadow until considerable tweaking...

By this time, it was getting rather hot, (near 90F 32C), so we took some time to rest underneath a ramada.

I was glad Julia had thought to bring a canteen of water. It and the AC revived us until we got to our destination. I was curious about the Happy Greek Chef restaurant. Their radio ad teased us with the promise of pie. Did they have spanokopita? They call it 'spinach pie', but yes, they do have it! Fronimo's in Tucson might have better, but it's nearly 400 miles away. This 'spinach pie' will keep us until our next Tucson trip. Also, my fish fillets and fries were tasty, as well. And the prices were cheap. We'll be back.

We returned to a quiet house, the tortured singers having been silenced, and my sinuses do feel better for the fresh air and walk.

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