One of the best things of living in Orange County is how many miles of empty sidewalks, quiet roads and landscaped shady spots there are here. I live by the golden rule that "A Tired Dog is a Good Dog" so Maggy and I only get one lazy day a week. On the remaining 6 days we cover lots of ground, either at a walk or at a trot with the bicycle, and find some of the neatest places.
On a cool,overcast Sunday morning in January I decided to put a backpack on Maggy and set out on foot:
We headed to a large area of our town that is non-residential. It has deserted wide roads, green space galore and not a soul in sight. I am certain that it is bustling during the week but because it was Sunday we had the whole area to ourselves. It reminded me so much of being out on the trail that I vowed to try it more often. We had a pair of ravens that kept us company, songbirds chiming in occasionally and the smell of green grass wafting up from under our feet to enjoy as we walked.
Maggy enjoyed sniffing and meandering in all of the nooks and corners:
And sprinting to catch up after she explored an extra tasty scent:
My plan was to walk to the commuter train station, grab a snack and then head back the way we had come.
But... the siren song of my Wandering Star led us on:
Maggy was happy to stay at my side as we headed out of the train station after our snack and onto a busy road that rumbled with rushing cars and trucks:
We were walking into the crisp January wind with a moody sky above and it felt like we could have kept on forever. Most of the way along this road there were no houses, just empty fields to our left and the tracks to our right so we had a view and no concerns of pedestrians or dogs barking fire and brimstone at us through fences.
For those of you who have never had the joy sharing a long walk with a dog whom is at peace I can only use words to try and explain.
There is a partnership in the motion of going "there" that is synergistic and balanced. Maggy would pace out ahead an invisible distance, then slow and stop to wait for me to catch up. She would look over her shoulder and check in often, just to make eye contact, to see me. All that mattered was us, the walk and the the connection. Those of you that know what this is like, know that the thrall was deep that day.
Eventually we ended up back among the cacophony of busy suburban life. Stoplights, baby strollers and plastic bags peppered our path; strip malls and gas stations threw obstacles at us in the shape of cars and smells. Yes there were even invisible dogs behind fences that wanted to see Maggy's head on a stake but neither of us were worried. We walked home in bliss because it was where we were supposed to be, side by side.
Eventually we ended up back among the cacophony of busy suburban life. Stoplights, baby strollers and plastic bags peppered our path; strip malls and gas stations threw obstacles at us in the shape of cars and smells. Yes there were even invisible dogs behind fences that wanted to see Maggy's head on a stake but neither of us were worried. We walked home in bliss because it was where we were supposed to be, side by side.
