Second Date and Not in Love

My infatuation with Mr. Google turned sour today.  He offended my sensibilities and hurt my sense of logic and order.  On our first date he led me along pleasant bicycle paths and residential streets without bad traffic.  But today if I had followed him, I would have missed the entirely beautiful San Gabriel River bicycle path, which goes all the way from where I have always joined it in Rosemead to the ocean.  With him, I would have wallowed in a maze of trafficked streets instead.  Thus ends my crush and the beginning of a cautious relationship where my eyes are not all agush.  Against his wishes I took the well-known bike path along the river as I’ve done all these years of going it on my own.  Can it be that even ability to trust another is waning?

It looks like a super highway, but the scale is deceptive.  This is the bike path above San Dimas Dam, so close to the 605 that I can hear it, so far that that the sound could be a rushing river.  

Where the river reaches the ocean, I turned along the surf and traversed Bolsa Chica Park, across PCH from where poets have been known to witness the habits of birds and where today I witnessed thousands of beach bunnies and volleyball geeks while dodging toddlers on the bike path.  

I travel with a desk and chair wherein I read whatever’s posted there; today it’s some notes on the Google route—a sad poem of lost love and making it on my own. 

A traffic jam at Huntington Beach (two pictures below)

The new pedestrian and bicycle path along the shore at San Clemente.  I stopped here for the night at Budget Host Inn, a good place in spite of its name.