Monday, March 12, 2018 15 miles
I had some fun seeing old and new things today on a meander around a neighboring town. It was going to get breezy this afternoon and a series of rainstorms would be moving in behind the wind, so only thing on my agenda this morning was a ride. Nothing planned except to go somewhere different and just see what there was to see. Just for a thrill I started out by going up a route I usually go down. Or more like, it’s not especially scenic because of the usual shopping centers and strip malls, but it’s direct and gets me home from rides in the hills.
I passed a gore point between two intersecting roads that is a vest pocket park. I have been by it hundreds of times. In the last year or so a new sculpture was installed there. I decided to stop and take a closer look at it.
I wondered for the longest time why this affluent town would put up something with a bomb on it. It’s not a bomb, I now know, it’s a blimp. I never noticed the gondola underneath near the front. That’s better.
I took a turn here and there to head towards the center of the town of Los Altos. It’s a pleasant residential town and it has a pleasant little downtown. On one street I saw in a front a house a couple of trees that had burst into bloom. I rolled right underneath a branch and breathed in deeply. I thought it might be an apricot tree but wasn’t sure. This whole area was a center of apricot ranches once upon a time.
To find out if it was an apricot or not, I knew where to go. There is a heritage apricot orchard at city hall. The wife had been there recently and raved about how wonderful it smelled. So I made a turn here and there and entered the city hall complex from the back.
The back way dumped me into the back yard of the Los Altos History Museum and its outdoor exhibits. I had great fun wandering around. I believe the entire city hall/library/police/youth center/playgrounds/ballfields complex with the heritage orchard were all part of the same ranch. The ranch house is now the main part of the museum.
I moved on to find the orchard. It did indeed smell wonderful. I went up to one tree and stuck my nose into a blossom (after first checking for bees, of which there were many). Yup, smelled the same as the other blossom I checked out. So that other tree was indeed an apricot tree.
I was feeling a little peckish so moved on to a local supermarket to pick up a nutrition bar [sic] and pedaled to a nearby preserve called Redwood Grove. I had to share it at first with some other people but I waited them out, then had it to myself for a while.
Break over, I continued through the neighborhood. One resident was ready for Easter. Another was ready for St. Patrick’s Day.
I rode over to the Stevens Creek bike path to take me back down towards the bay and then home. I found a lot more new-to-me things on this ride than I expected. But isn’t that almost always true on a ride?
Until next time, kids.