The shut-in shut down mode of the world has reminded me of what’s only a 20-minute walk from my house.
The trails weave up and down and around. The narrow path makes avoiding puddles challenging. I hear birdsong, someone calling their dog, and the occasional patter of a runner coming from behind. I take a left up the hill, not sure where this trail might lead. It winds around and connects with another. This space is at most two square miles, but I could walk around for hours without (knowingly) retracing my steps.
This peaceful plot of land has a surprising history. It’s been home to native Gabrieleños, Spanish landowners, Japanese farmers, the US military’s WWII and Cold War weaponry. Now, these open fields are home to small creatures and native plants protected by the Nature Conservancy. Humans and canines plod through the trails distanced from the past, moving respectfully in this restored habitat.
As I walk by the Nature Preserve building and the occasional historical plaque, I think this would be a fantastic field trip. When it might happen and for which group of fourth-graders I don’t know.
For now, we are all distanced from each other and our future plans.