Went for a stroll around the new neighborhood today. I walked from NE 33rd and Broadway up to NE Fremont and then down to NE 23rd before crossing back to NE Broadway and then down to NE 10th. I was contemplating walking home but decided to take the bus back up to NE 42nd to Trader Joe's before walking back to NE 33rd.
The houses in the Irvington area are even more ridiculous than the ones in the Hollywood area. Huge. I saw a few with signs saying they were on the historic house registry.
It is much easier to get around the NE side because, as MY pointed out, the streets are on a grid system.
It was nice outside and the flowers and trees are in bloom. I enjoy walking no matter the weather, but a pleasant view makes for a better jaunt. At one point, from the top of the hill at Fremont and 33rd, I could look back down on the area and see a very pretty neighborhood which is an improvement over looking on a very busy freeway.
I wish I knew someone as fond of walking around for no other reason than to be on a walk. Most people I engage with only walk because they could not find a closer parking spot or because they have to water the dog.
AG and I used to take late night walks in Montana. We would walk down the drive, down Hoover, west on Dry Gulch Rd and then up Greyhorse to Ridge Rd which would connect back to Hoover and to home. It was very rare for a car to pass so late at night so it would just be us and the stars and our girlish talk about boys.
Walks are always nicer with a dog. Hannah would accompany me on many though I could always tell it was more of a chore for her. She was pretty old when she chose me as her girl. I could tell she only walked with me because she couldn't trust me out of her sight.
Fatty, on the other hand, could not stand being left home alone. She was highly insulted if you came home smelling like fresh air, with pink cheeks and an air of relaxation. And truthfully, she went every where I did but for school. She had to be leashed when walking near major roads because she would chase everything. After I went to college, mom and BN taught Fatty to mind and she could walk with you on the road with no leash and no attempts to chase cars. Well, they like to say she was trained. I choose to believe she got fat and lazy.
When Jenna and me were living down in Crapramento and I was on the temp contract for the gubmint in the downtown area, I would take long walks during my lunch hour while listening to my headphones and making little photo essays with my phonecam. I got to know the downtown area pretty well, but there were but two main things I learned on my constitutionals;
ReplyDelete1. the homeless people in Crapramento are generally ANGRY... like, aggressively pissed off. Not that I blame them. If we were still stuck in Crapramento I'd be in a bad mood too.
2. the entire downtown area reeks like a pigeon coop that's never been cleaned. The reek is even worse after it rains down there. Bleargh.