Yes, alone, woe is me. Conrad just landed in Boston shortly before I started this post, and Van would not be out of bed that early. Nor would he walk that far, I think (nor Conrad, for that matter, not without grumbling). So there I was, roaming the streets of Pasadena on a Saturday morning, setting out a little after 7:00. The sun was coming up when I set out, and I loved the light as I passed through the loops of 134 and 210.
And then it was on to the rest of the walk, a total of 5.35 miles that took me past the Rose Bowl and across the lovely bridge on Colorado and then to pick up breakfast to bring home and devour before I settled into a day of getting rid of accumulation!
Happy Saturday!
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