Daley Ranch is one of my favorite parks in North San Diego. I have put many miles on these trails, remember a 50-mile project a couple Januarys ago.
There is a new spot of water in an area not much travelled. A pond with some coots splashing around. Coots are some of my favorites, not a duck but a waterbird. In California, they live here yearlong. I check an old map, no body of water drawn here. So, I call it as mine. Well, my father-in-law’s pond … Porter Pond. The name at least to me.
I miss the smell of sage, rub my hands down the leaves. I chew the aging fennel with its last days. Most of the blooming plants are done. Our Lords Candle (Hesperoyucca whipplei), my
favorite yucca, has burned in the sun.
I take my time over the eight miles today, turn over rocks and climb the small areas, wondering if this will be the time. I always forget to prod with a stick first. Snakes and mountain lions. There has been rumors of mountain lion at Daley Ranch. I have seen no evidence but I always look, expecting something sleek behind.
Coyote Run, my favorite place in the park (to catch a nap)
Mallard Pond, off Sage Trail.