So, last weekend I had an opportunity to take my bike out on a trail I’d run across while looking for houses. I put it on the truck, and drove over there because, let’s face it – I suck at maps. The Garmin my parents’ lent me is likely the only way I got across half of the U.S. to arrive at Santa Barbara from my beloved Colorado and since then I bought my own Garmin and I’m in total love with it.
I know they have bike maps for the Garmin – I haven’t gotten that far yet, so I saw a trail, remembered it, put the bike on the truck and parked to ride the trail. It’s an imperfect system but for the time being, it’s working for me for the time being.
The bike trails here crisscross all over the city.
They’re well-kept, well-marked, and wow, the views!
Bougainvillea blooming in November!
I rode past a big wide field that was obviously a garden.
There were many rows of vegetables growing and more than a few of them in severe need of being harvested! I noticed a little break in the fencing, where it appears many people have traveled.
I stopped and walked my bike through the hedge and walked along the rows of vegetables. The red peppers begged to be picked, sliced and tossed atop a salad or grilled with shrimp!
Did I pick one, you’re thinking? No, I did not. In my mind, that’s stealing. I did look for a sign all around the property – something to indicate if this was a community garden, or anything at all. I found nothing. I even asked a few walkers who were power walking their way by, but they didn’t know. I sincerely hope someone picks the peppers soon.
This looks ready, doesn’t it? It’s a beet right? or maybe something kale-ish? It’s been awhile since I’ve been in a garden.
Either way, the biking trails are great. So much fun.