Lario Park Bicycle Trail in Irwindale, CA is one of my favorite places for a ride on my Xootr scooter. The trail’s well paved, under-travelled, no risky cracks or sewer grates to traverse, not too steep a climb… 190 ft elevation gain on the trip up, all making for an easy coast back, a 5.3 mile round trip, perfect hour’s ride, including a brief stop at the top.
More about Lario Park Bicycle Trail, and who is Anthony?
It surprises me how in life, one always sees something different, every day, even covering the same ground. Today’s no different.
On this day’s ride, I stop nearly half way down, right at a rock quarry conveyor belt that crosses over the trail, to walk a rocky path a hundred yards west towards the riverbed spillway to examine up close a cross that’d been erected for someone.
For someone named Anthony
A cross five feet tall draped in a red and black jacket that looked at first like a black macaw sculpture, with religious statues on the ground in front. Anthony.
Probably a homeless guy… could have died of anything. Drugs? A fall? Drowning?
No journey but has its end, said the Roman philosopher Seneca. And also: Life, if you know how to use it, is long. How about for Anthony?
My ride was good
Early in the morning. Not too hot yet. Evidence of the recent Azusa fires is visible… hillsides now converted to blackened dirt and ghostly white ash. Somehow, the firefighters protected a pocket of homes that occupies the west bank of the river near the top of the trail.
730 scoots to get to the top, 240 scoots to get down, all the way to the parking lot. Maybe a dozen homeless people are in the shaded area next to the parking lot, to eat pizzas that the church ladies have brought today.
I don’t see Ron, the guy who saved my life last year giving me a drink of water. One of the server ladies tells me she thinks he moved to Oregon, to a house, near his two kids. I’m glad. And grateful for this day.
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