Flowers, Frogs, and Fish

Riding on my own, I've fallen into an all-too-comfortable pattern—cruising through quiet residential neighborhoods with wide streets. But, honestly, there are more scenic routes that also have little vehicular traffic (on weekdays).

Just look at the Almaden Reservoir, framed with lovely lupine!

At the water's edge, I was puzzled by a noise I'd never heard before. I figured it had to be a frog, but it sounded more like moaning than croaking. When a fisherman wandered by, he confirmed that the frogs hang out in the reeds along the shoreline. (Cleverly concealed.)

I decided to venture out onto the dam for another perspective (on foot, though I hefted my bike across the vehicle-blocking boulders to keep it close). In the past, I've focused on admiring the water; today, I turned to the side and spotted the giant chimney in Quicksilver Park, a relic of New Almaden's cinnabar-mining and mercury-production days.

Fishing here is strictly a catch-and-release sport—too much mercury contamination. I don't get the attraction of catch-and-release, but I suppose the fisherman doesn't get the attraction of biking out here just to turn around and bike back home (32 miles round-trip, about 900 feet of climbing).

To each his (or her!) own.