I was surprised at how treacherous it was at Lake Anza. Water brown and ugly--- the surrounded turf, muddy--- but still walkable and still the sweetest little lake. The ride in Tilden Park alone to get there always fills me up and I have such appreciation for how accessible - quick - easy it is to just zoom on up to that Park. Well, I do remember the days living in Berkeley without a car... and I'll exclude that! Hills! - I had a memory of riding my bike downhill when I first moved to Berkeley - and I think I can say I went about 100 miles an hour down that big hill and remember having no fear. Well, a tiny bit, but I mostly recall the thrill of it...
then..
I got..
older.
wiser.
