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Ella was driving me crazy this morning.

I walked to the far end and back of the linear park and path that starts near my apartment. A couple times, I had to "go offroad" and/or jog quickly by other people with dogs so Ella would stop growling and snarling. When I got back home, I found that my keys had fallen out of my pocket. They could have been anywhere along my route, and I was worried they'd be away from the paved path too and be impossible to find.

I ended up finding them on the ground about a kilometer and a half away, at the same spot the roll of poo bags had fallen out of my pocket as I dashed around a couple people with dogs. I would have lost the bags too if someone hadn't called out and told me they'd fallen, but I didn't realize my keys had fallen out of my pocket at the same time.

Currently I have the only copy of our apartment key because we haven't picked up the other from friends who were feeding our cat while we were away, *and* our only copy of the key to the condo too. I was so upset with Ella as I walked back north, and it makes me just not want to walk with her at all except at dog parks.
Once I found my keys I just felt exhausted. Miriam was kind enough to pick me up where I was sitting on the curb at the intersection of Underhill Crescent and Mcveety Drive. She asked if the underhill fae were going to take me away, but I said that I wouldn't take that invitation without her.
stormdog: (Tawas dog)
I walked to the Value Village thrift store in upper Hamilton ("on the mountain") today. The portion of the walk along the Bruce Trail through the woods on the escarpment was gorgeous! The walk through upper Hamilton, which is a typical grid-based suburban area, was brutal. It was a hot day, there was very little tree cover, and the hat that has helped keep me cool for most of a decade is lost in the Amsterdam airport. I'll need to replace that.

Anyway, that walk pushed my current limits. Strava says it was 9.28 miles over 1.75 hours with 476 feet of elevation gain. I picked up a couple useful bits for our computers, got a little fast food and Gatorade to keep me going, and walked back home.



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The day before, yesterday, I took a ride down to the St. Vincent De Paul store. It would be closed by the time I got there, but I wanted an excuse to get out and do something. The bike system tracks my rides. This is good and bad of course, but it means I can more easily share them with folks.

https://app.socialbicycles.com/trips/X610mm9m7AsXjw4iXWx2yQ==%0A

Rain!

Aug. 7th, 2021 03:30 pm
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I was about to go for a walk for the first time since arriving in Canada. We're in a place very close to the Bruce Trail and a number of waterfalls are actually in moderate walking distance from the house! I want to take advantage of that before I move to the euclidean plane that is Regina.

And just as I was starting to get ready, a downpour started. Well, maybe it will stop before dark and the waterfalls will be extra nifty with the extra water.
stormdog: (Tawas dog)
I decided to take a real camera on my walk with Poesjkin today. So, of course, it rained again. But before I rushed back to give him to his parents and get home, I took a few decent pictures of him. I was shooting at f1.8 and still barely got him to sit still long enough!

Poesjkin the Poodle Puppy
stormdog: (Kira)
Well, I'm glad I got back from my walk along Lake Michigan before the rain started! Instead I had an hour's foggy ramble through Southport Park and the Kenosha Sand Dunes. As it always does, the heavy fog along the shore provided a sense of unfolding mystery as I walked along the rocky trail through stands of trees, listening to bird song.

It's hard for me to quiet my brain. For a lot of my walk, there was music of various kinds on my mind, playing on loop. Toward the end of the walk, when I got it to go away so I could listen to the environment around me, it made the time even more pleasant.

It looks like the city is tearing up the north end of Southport Park pretty thoroughly. There's a big dump truck sitting behind the construction fencing on the rip-rap slope to the water's edge, huge piles of dirt and rocks mounded ten feet tall, and an excavator with a big bucket on the end of its arm.

I scrambled over the train tracks twice, once completely unnecessarily, angling off of the road next to an underpass to climb up and over the fifteen-foot stone-covered embankment and down the other side. I met a guy with a shy rescue dog who'd been burned down the middle of her back and had a large scar. We talked briefly about the importance of rescuing 'damaged' animals that are less likely to find homes.

All in all, it was about four miles. I learned that I average a little over three miles per hour thanks to my tracking app; that's probably useful to know. I was going to ride my bike the ten miles or so to Zion, Illinois and back, but I'd forgotten to bring my helmet with me. Kind of fortuitous, really; it was a nice walk.

(Just for fun, here's the path I walked: https://www.endomondo.com/users/9694895/workouts/529970558. Yup; still living in the future.)
stormdog: (floyd)
A couple interesting pieces of writing on being a pedestrian.

First, a short history of how 'jaywalking' became a crime. Can you imagine what moving through a city or town was like when cars were that which was out of place on a street? When it was a motorist's responsibility to avoid pedestrians? From Vox Magainze, "The forgotten history of how automakers invented the crime of "jaywalking"
http://www.vox.com/2015/1/15/7551873/jaywalking-history

Second, an interesting piece of science-fiction that I found when looking through UW-Parkside's collection of vintage sci-fi pulp magazines. In Amazing Stories, I found this oddly relevant tale of a world where being a pedestrian is illegal. The author writes of the far future, when certain roads had actually been made illegal for pedestrian use, and where people seem to be perpetually driving just to go somewhere, anywhere. Where those who walk are seen as throwbacks to a primitive past.

David Keller's "Revolt of the Pedestrians" was written back in 1928, when automobiles were becoming more and more a part of everyday life. Right in the middle, in fact, of the campaign being waged by auto-makers against pedestrians that the Vox article describes. It begins on page 1048 (the pages were sequentially numbered between issues) of the magazine.
https://archive.org/details/AmazingStoriesVolume02Number11

One of the things that fascinates me about this is the political views that inform these feelings about cars. Wikipedia tells me that Keller is known is a conservative writer. In the present day, this kind of anti-car attitude might be seen as radically progressive. In 1928 though, it would probably have characterized as conservative, and even reactionary. A new paradigm of movement through the city was rising to replace an old one, and Keller was railing against it with his imagined world where motorists run down and kill pedestrians with impunity.

It's amazing how the same political position can mean very different things, and be related to a very different set of *other* political positions, depending on the time and place it occupies.

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