What I Take for Granted
It’s not until I get home and see the photos that it dawns on me: this neighborhood, this route is something I take for granted.
It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, before the party starts. Gotta get out of the house to stay loose; it’s too early to get the details organized — 21st birthdays start late. So without any plan I pedal through the neighborhood, onto the Balboa Island ferry to the Wedge and the Balboa pier. Unlike so much of the rest of the country, here it’s cool, breezy, gorgeous.
Lotsa cars everywhere, so I stay to the back roads.
