My area is having a short break in the weather. We have had a lot of rain and it has been wonderful but yesterday it was a very pretty, sunny day. I decided that I need to walk in to town to go to the post office instead of driving the mile and a half round trip. Today my body is hurting but I don't regret the walk.
Nevada City is a small (very small) version of San Francisco. We don't have the ocean but we do have the old historical homes and buildings and the hills. Walking down hill to the post office is not very difficult. It is the walking back up hill that made me wonder if I would make it back alive. As a precaution I stuck my driver's license in my pocket....... just in case. Probably silly but, trust me, my heart was beating mighty fast on the walk back.
I have taken a few walking trips down to the town area. I honestly should do more and maybe I wouldn't feel like I was on death's doorstep on my way back. I live in a wonderful area. The town is usually full of tourists who drive to see what I can see by simply walking a mile.
The area is full of gold mining history. Grass Valley, next door, is home of what used to be a very large gold mine. Now it is no longer an active gold mine but rather a California state park called Empire Mines. The area, especially Grass Valley, is full of signs of the Cornish miners who came over from Britain to grab the mining jobs.
I walk in to Nevada City to eat the great food. I walk in order to try and burn off the calories of the bagel with cream cheese and avocado. You notice I say 'try.' Probably hopeless but boy is it good! I have also walked in to town and walked out with a huge ice cream cone. It was a warm day when I did that and I had to eat it fast and then try not to let the sugar high and low keep me from walking uphill on the way back.
However, mostly, I walk in to town to get photographs of the beautiful buildings and homes. I look at each home and think to myself "I could live there." However, I doubt I ever could because I couldn't afford the prices. Doesn't matter, I can still dream.
Yesterday I only walked to the post office and back. I didn't think that my out of shape body could handle another half mile or more by walking all the way in to town. I had some money with me and I did think about stopping and getting something yummy to eat but I refrained as I looked at the uphill walk back home.
Hopefully my next walk will include the walk all the way in to town. Hmmmmm.... ice cream, bagel, ice cream, bagel, maybe both. I had better not check out the other places that serve food until I have gotten myself in to better walking 'shape.'