
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Yesterday I ventured out on an early morning walk with a specific route and destination in mind. I had checked the map on my smart phone, and it indicated there were three large parks within easy walking distance of Lowell's house here in San Carlos. I followed my own blue dot as I made my way towards one of the major streets that would take me to the closest park. After walking about 10 minutes down this very busy road (and checking my blue dot and proximity to the park locations several times), I started looking for signs of the parks, which should be coming up on either side of the road. I could see the leafy, tree-covered tops of some very large hills rising behind rows of very expensive houses, but I could not see anything that matched my expectations of a "park." It slowly dawned on me that those vertical hills might actually be the parks. I climbed up several steep dead-end streets in search of an access point between houses - a glimpse of a trail, a park sign, any indication that the park did in fact exist. I found nothing. The green hilltops beyond the fenced properties eluded all my efforts to reach them. Eventually I turned back towards home, walking the very busy street the whole way back and feeling a bit deflated at my failure.
4 comments:
The best way to be found is to become lost.
-Made that up myself :D
I love it! Thanks sweetie!
I wonder about a time where you could go on forever without hitting a fence. The sunny path reminds of following the yellow brick road so to speak.
I like that comparison. :)
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