Like this coyote I’ve run into the last few mornings crossing Santiago Creek at sunrise, I also seem to be a creature of habit.
While the hills around Irvine Park are his home, and he needs to make his daily rounds to find food and water, I suppose I could live without my 2-3-times-a-week adventures on these trails . . . but I would surely, quickly, succumb to what Richard Louv calls “Native Deficit Disorder.”
So, like coyote, I roam these hills looking for sustenance. Here’s a few photos of what feeds my soul as my soles delight in feeling God’s splendid creation:
The sprinklers at Irvine Park got over-zealous this week, resulting in a few short-lived puddles. Of course I had fun posing my toes in them . . .
The angle you view the world from makes all the difference . . . here, it’s the conventional “oh, look down, there’s a puddle, let’s take a foot-selfie” view.
But . . . when I got down low with my camera, and trusted it to record something new, this is the photo that surprised and delighted me when I got home.
Where there’s puddles . . . there’s mud . . . a rare and welcome feeling at the end of dry August.
This blog has a follower who appreciates my obsession with bare footprint photos; this one’s for you, friend 🙂
The combination of trail dust and early light inspired this image.
My #2 toes hang out past the big toe, resulting in occasional stubs like this one last week. They throb and bleed for a bit, clog up with dust, and heal pretty quick . . . a small price to pay for the hours and miles of shoe-less trail fun.
This bit of the (extensive!) warning sign at the foot of the Chutes trail creates a sort of “found poetry.”
I wish the signs warned of this much more common trail danger: groups of big-booted hikers and their packs of un-leashed dogs. When the dogs rushed at me (“oh, don’t worry, he’s just wants a sniff”), it threw me off balance and I tripped and stubbed my whole foot.
GRRR!!! (And PS: Hikers . . . why the high-ankled boots? You’re not carrying a pack, the trails are not that rough, and until your dogs tripped me, I was having a smoothly good time running on them without arch or ankle support . . . )
Just writing that last caption got my dander up again . . . time to take a few deep breaths and go for a run.
This week’s winner of the award for “beautiful California native plants that bloom with no rain for five months” :
Long stem buckwheat
Happy (more coyote and fewer dog) Trails!