I’ve been walking around the block from Justin’s house, 4 miles. Hwy 70 to Marysville is on the left. I never see any people and only a few cars go by, sometimes a tractor.
In the morning, I have a 65-degree rule, the perfect temperature to start, no jacket needed and I’m back before it gets too hot.
On the far side, I walk on a parallel dirt road, rice fields on one side,
a water-filled ditch on the other side. The road is littered with crawdad body parts. Birds and other wildlife are feasting.
I cross the same railroad tracks twice.
I grew up with the sound of passing trains. Cornelius Rd crossing:
View from Pacific Ave one afternoon:
When I walk in the evening, I try to time it so I get back just before dark. The llama was very alert, his owner was oblivious to my presence.
arletelouise 