Park Life

After this weekend's racing, a recovery ride at the park seemed like a mighty fine idea. Summer is officially here and Wash Park is getting pretty crowded on a daily basis after 5:00. It is amazing to me how oblivious people are about their fellow park users . . . we had to avoid a few people who pulled a squirrel turn when we said "on your left!" My legs were definitely ready for a nice mellow pace, with no real agenda, except the occasional super high cadence burst. Not only are they funny to watch, but they also make beaten down legs feel a little better.

A few of us headed over to Park Burger for dinner after the ride. It was nice to see that it was full on a Monday evening. Instead of waiting around for a table to clear up outside, we placed our order to go and hit Platt Park for the al fresco dining experience. I realized that besides using the park as Dempsey's early morning poopin' grounds, I really haven't taken advantage of it for picnicking of any sort. Over the course of the hour or so we were hanging out, we saw all shapes and varieties of dogs (and owners), kids playing catch with parents, and pretty much everything else you'd expect to see in a neighborhood park.

The park this morning was a much quieter place although Dempsey still found plenty of distractions making our game of fetch pretty lackluster. It seems like I go through cycles of discovering new things in the neighborhood. I'll have to remember the camera tomorrow morning to catch the unique topiary work in the side yard of one of the houses just off the park.