Staying a few days in a campsite outside Escondido, California--30 miles northeast of San Diego--I had thought a trail run would be fun.
Though we were in a rural area up a nearby drainage basin, the drought means there's been no actual drainage for years now. It was crispy dry, not just there but in the entire southern California area.
|Flood control in Escondido, with bicycle path.|
The mountain terrain is abrupt--steep, rocky grades escalate immediately from flatlands. Nobody hikes the mountains. Nobody.
And where we were staying, the only thing remotely resembling common space is street and highway. I found one city park--a five-acre arboretum, surrounded by freeway and parkway. For a five-mile run, less than desirable.
So I took off through the neighborhoods surrounding the gym. I enjoy seeing how people live in their spaces. One observation: a good measure of a family's economic well-being is where there home is along the transition spectrum, from green lawns to xeriscape. In Escondido there are a lot of bare dirt yards.
|Flood control in Boulder, with bicycle path.|