Tuesday, 18 June 2024

The Peacock 1276

 The trails are a bit busier today, even though it's only Friday.  Saturday and Sunday the hordes will be unleashed with their mountain bikes and dogs, and of course the joggers, all expecting to coexist with us walkers on these narrow forest rails.  Ever since the university Endowment Lands were declared the regional park now known as Pacific Spirit, back around thirty something years ago this place has become at times unwalkable.  On weekends, anyway, the way the madding crowd or the great unwashed tend to mob and destroy anything that has become public access.  And yes, I know I'm being an elitist snot, and that is exactly how my father also felt about things, but it still isn't so bad  Three joggers have run past us.  Two cyclists, and some barmy idiot with his off leash rottweiler, which did snarl at us in passing.  I really want to apologize to my guests, but everyone seems to be taking it in stride.  Kenny would have been horrified...

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