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Rose Creek

 


We intended to start our walk along a hillside sprinkled with yellow, at the upper stretch of Rose Creek, but we couldn't find a way to get there and stay dry. 


So we pivoted south and squeezed into a parking spot where Rose Creek enters the north end of Mission Bay. 



No more than 10 steps from the car my wife shouted "Hummingbird" and we spotted our first (and only) Hummer of the day.



I found the first of hundreds of stands of lovely flowers, so took a bokeh shot



That was followed seconds later by a duck splashing into the river in front of us.



We both noticed a massive and beautiful, sunlit eucalyptus tree to our left as we headed South on the East bank of Rose Creek. 
Here's our view, with bridge 2 in the distance. (Bridge 1 is way behind us to the North):



Looking back to the North. Bridge 1 is out of sight.



A stylish "For Rent" mural provided our first architectural feature.



Looking North from Bridge 2 as a duck crash-lands into the Creek.



From the center of Bridge 2 we are now looking South towards Mission Bay and we see Bridge 3 arching across. It is a bicycle and pedestrian crossing only.



Adult Coots paddling around,



while extremely cute little ducklings fall all over each other, the rocks, and into the water.



We leave the bridge and rejoin the cycle path, as the traffic is heating up and the sun rises higher. It's about 8 am now.



Briefly penned in by fences along the path, we check out the Little League ball fields,



the golf course,



and Mission Bay High School where 30 years ago my wife taught PE and coached track & field athletes.



We catch sight of a rabbit, our first mammal of the day (dogs on leashes don't count).


Looking North up the Creek. I see some action in the water and go to full Zoom (600mm)



Aha! There's a guy in the water near the Bridge 2. What the heck? 

We later find out that it's Clean Rose Creek Day, and people are picking up litter and removing unwanted personal items (sleeping bags, clothing, dead bicycles, you know what I mean).



Running the lens back in to Wide Angle (24mm) for a view looking South. Again, there's something in the distance that catches my eye.


Out to full Zoom again (no wonder I go through at least one battery per walk) and I see a crowd! 

Crew shell, coaches in a boat with outboard motor, 2 fishing from inner tubes, and 2 with campfire on the beach. They aren't near each other, the distance is just shortened by the lens.



We crossed the Bridge 3 and headed back North along the West bank. There is no pavement on this side and a whole lot more vegetation.



As I said...



I'm trying to get an artsy shot of the Wild Radish plant when my wife says, Holy Cow look at all the bikes!



I only caught 9 here but we counted 24 in this pack. Woe to the man walking his dog who had to jump off into the grass.



It was considerably quieter on our side, in more ways than one. We saw a couple coming with a dog, and said Hi. They said nothing back.



Hmmm. As they continued on they were looking at each other and making these funny motions with their fingers. We looked at each other and simultaneously said "Deaf!"



A moment of silence.





A Lavender (left) is conversing with a Cleveland Sage (right), said my wife.



Silently.



An equally-quiet sign told us there were birds around. Huh.



We saw a lizard sunning himself on a rock for our first Reptile of the day.



My wife spotted a raptor overhead. I took a wild shot and Got it! 

Notice the fish in its mouth as it heads North upstream to the Big Trees where we know the big birds live (seen on previous walks).



A big tree marks our arrival at Bridge 1.



We look South down the creek and say goodbye.



I am happy to spot a plaster & tile Virgin of Guadalupe on a wall above our parked car for another Architectural feature.



Ochs & Jr. Settimania Jr. says it's time for home and breakfast.



I hope you have enjoyed this walk. It's time for us to take a couple days off, as my "Honey Do" list is getting too long to ignore.

Cheers,

Cazalea

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