A Walk in The Park

About mid day today I decided to have a nice walk someplace so off the couch went my ass to the park! Here are several 35mm photos from the short walk. Some thoughts – my heart is compromised so walks can be short yet there are some nice inclines along the way. I have to stop here and there for several seconds to allow my bum muscles to stop hurting.

Also, it’s amazing to me that roughly fifty percent of the folks I say either Hi, Hello or Howdy to basically ignore me. Howdy comes down from decades of my mother saying Howdy Dooo to me and others. With her beautiful smile and soul. Yeah, it stuck.

I do like the signage along the way asking trail blazers to be hush and respect the homes to the east side of this portion of the trail, if I had that investment there I would also seriously appreciate the respect.

Poop. Clark County Parks and Recreation post signs asking pet owners to pack out their trash yet as I walk the path, I could have counted two dozen piles of shit along the path. Shitty dog owners. Gladly there are signs with phone number for the Clark County Animal Control division. You shitty dog owners know who you are.

Slowly walking along gives me time to really appreciate the fact that these diagonal mountains were once at the bottom of an ancient sea about two hundred million years ago. Then the North American plate and the Pacific plate had a major incursion resulting these millions of years later the beauty of the Mojave Desert.

I find this very unfortunate but in my humble opinion, people on the west coast just aren’t as friendly as we northern folk. As mentioned before, I like to say hi to others. Too many times the cold shoulder does the talking. My ex wife being from California and living with me in Michigan nine years once noted how friendly we Michiganders are. Thank you.

To me there’s a very palpable difference in people here. Anyway, the forecast for the valley looks pretty good for the next several days so tomorrow I hope to head back there and walk north instead… Mid fifties temperatures and plentiful sunshine make for wonderful walking conditions.

15 thoughts on “A Walk in The Park

  1. That looks like a great place to take a walk. The blue skies are gorgeous – plus there’s no snow!! It is sad when people can’t just be polite and say ‘hi’ back. Keep being nice, John, it’s as good for your heart as the walk to exercise it!

  2. I have no problem talking to people here. I find the opposite from you. That’s one thing I love about Vegas. They are friendlier then California.

  3. Wonderful scenes to view while out walking with nature, John! Good for the heart and soul! Jimmy Buffett’s song, “Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes”, says it all. ๐Ÿ˜Š

    • His music never grows old does it? Nope! I want to go back and walk today but haven’t got out of my comfy pants yet… ๐Ÿ˜‚

      • Really. When we go into any business in the States – store, gas station, any kind of shop, the employees are really helpful. They take you right to where the item is. In Canada, we’ve often gotten the “I’m too busy” look, and an over the shoulder shrug with “If it’s not on the shelf we don’t have it.” And when you pass people on the street – a person coming towards you may be the only other person on the street, but do you think they’ll look up or smile or say, “Good morning”? Nope! It’s more that kind of look that says, “I as brought up in a barn. Don’t expect me to acknowledge you.” I think it’s a case of family structure breakdown, because these common courtesies used to be taught in the home. Sad decline in our social fabric.

        • I’m amazed Anneli. There are people here that also say if it isn’t on the shelf, we’re out of it as in too lazy to go check. My short one year living in Ontario years ago taught me that Canadians are more friendly than Americans.

          I guess there’s a meeting point somewhere in between where they cancel each other out… The family unit has been shredding apart for decades now, I believe because of kicking God out of the public indoctrination centers also known as the public school system.

          The devil hates God…

  4. Very nice pictures, John. As you well know, ya gots to be aware of what your ol’ bod is doing, and take that rest when you need too! Also,just wondering, do the horse folk have to cart out the road apples deposited by the old gray mare? I’ve never seen that nor seen any trail nags outfitted with one of those horse’s a** bags.

    • I rode my bike on this trail last year, it wasn’t a good ride thanks to frequent stops yet there were indeed dead road apples along the path. The term Horse’s Ass Bag makes me crack up! Best guess is the County Park employees are doing the mega-pile scooping…. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคญ

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