Slow and easy Sunday ride along the Rillito River path gave my tennis-sprained ankle the mild workout it needed. And my soul relished my first ride in 7 days, with desert and mountains and runners and cyclists and walkers and horses!
I begin my ride from neighborhood streets to a dirt trail that leads to the river path. Early mornings in the desert are the best times: the cool air smells of palo verde, sage, and mesquite.
Tiles and murals abound on the Rillito River path bridges.
Walking on water.
My favorite bridge art is on the south side of the river, between Craycroft and Swan. I met the artist when she was placing round glass pieces into this work two years ago. Sparkling and bright and happy!
There are many places, both real and imaginary, to rest along the path.
Along the path, saguaros laden with crimson fruit attract birds.
The sun heats the air and the path, and it's time for a quick stop at the Peddler on the Path Mobile Cafe parked just east of Campbell on the north river path. I enjoy a chat and a cappucino with owner Jaime who inspires me to do epic rides this fall in Flagstaff and the White Mountains. Thanks Jaime!