Adventures of a Trike Trekker-The Longest Ride Yet

I left around 8:30 and returned around 11 a.m.!  It was the coolest morning yet.  How great was that.  I guess it gave me a burst of energy.  I headed south on Verrado Way, down to the new fire station.  I crossed east and went in one block and then north one block, and back west to Verrado Way.  Why?  Another story for another time.  Then I went north one more block up Verrado Way and headed east to Hamilton's Run Park, one that I had never visited before.  It was about 5 long blocks in.

Then I kept going east to a familiar trail that was at the farthest point of Verrado and turned north and kept on going and going and going, throwing out pellet pieces and seeds from the parrots to the rabbits, birds and ground squirrels along the way.  Before I knew it I was at Indian School Road!  I crossed and headed east on the sidewalk that began there for the kids to the Verrado High School.  I pedaled there and entered the grounds but it said "No Trespassing!"  And there was no sidewalk in front of the school, so I had to turn around.

Since there was no sidewalk north where I entered to go to the school, and I wanted to go north to Sunrise, I had to go back to Acacia across Indian. I turned on the first block north, but since I didn't want to go up that awful hill (ugh, I remembered doing that once, it was terrible!) to Founders Park, I turned north again and zig-zagged all behind the houses and found a new big park with a badminton court! and a big playground on it! I rode around that park and headed northwest and found myself on Sunrise. I crossed Sunrise and rode behind the houses there on a brand new trail I found and ended up on the farthest north point of Verrado. I pedaled that as far as I could go uphill along the rustic trial, and turned back south and found another park amongst the houses and called Dennis and said: I need a compass! Where the heck am I? I knew by the sun's location in which direction I was facing, but I didn't know how far north I was. By the time he stopped laughing, he was able to Google me and said I was one block south of Golf Road. So I left the park, went uphill one more block (geez!) and ran right into Meritage's bulldozers clearing their newly purchased land. I turned south and was headed toward the Golf Club and restaurant when I paused to pick up a fallen nest (no eggs nor birdies in it) which was blown down, no doubt, from last night's horrendous winds!

A Diamond Back plate!  Is this a team ballplayer's car?  I mean, it IS a brand new 370 Z!  This is Spring Training territory, too!  I wonder.   Sure matches my trike nicely; doesn't it?  Even the red flowered tree complimented it.  (Sure do miss my gold '77 280 Z!)n  Could be just a fan out playing golf.

I headed south, east, south, and got home in about 20 minutes.  Except for having to get off my trike and walk it up to the bridge over the golf course on Verrado Way, the rest of the way home was practically downhill.  Whew!  What a ride!

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