Last weekend, I decided to take my Sunday morning walk at a park near me that I had driven by many times, along Dry Creek. It ended up being lovely walking a dirt trail by a winding creek. I enjoyed it so much that I decided to explore another nearby park this weekend.
Gibson Ranch County Park is only a few miles down the road from my neighborhood, and it promised more of Dry Creek, as well as horses to look at. So this morning, I set off early.
The park is lovely--open and well-maintained, with a large pond and all kinds of animals, wild and domestic. After visiting all of this, I set off on one of the dirt trails along Dry Creek, and thoroughly enjoyed myself wandering along with little company except the occasional fellow walker, a couple of people on horseback, and people fishing in the creek below me. Mostly, I just heard birds.
I unplugged from my music andenjoyed the early day sun, the movement of my body, and most of all, the peace.
Of course I had to take some pictures.
|I didn't see any turtles around the pond this time.|
|The one on the left is a donkey.|
|Paid me no mind.|
|The cutest pony.|
|Ducks and squirrels.|
|I came across a fallen tree|
I felt the branches of it looking at me
--Keane, "Somewhere Only We Know"
|You can just make out a quite large bird of prey (some type|
of raptor) on a rock in the middle of the creek.
A couple of miles out, I found a small path that wound down to an actual beach--sand and everything. The beach itself was tiny, and situated in the most beautiful little place. I stayed there for several minutes, listening to birds, watching minnows dart around in the creek. A couple of butterflies searched the bushes near me. I snapped the picture above and thought, as I always do, just how much I love California.
After this, I turned to trek back to my car, and then back into the busy streets of my community. I'll definitely go back to Gibson Ranch again.