Fortunate Son

 "... It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no millionaire's son, son

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one..."

(Fogerty)

Mr. Fogerty made one of the most iconic songs for the time and place in which it was written, but I tell ya, gettin' up this morning, gettin' the dog out on a walk, and then hopping on the bike, riding up the street, into the wash, climbing up to and along the Heights Trail, rumbling down the next wash east to connect up with the Pacific Electric Trail, and stopping for a few moments to watch the women kickers warm up before their cross-campus rivalry match, I most certainly felt pretty fortunate. Fortunate indeed.

into the figgy forest i go

Cucamonga Canyon

long time since last i rode the PET - the parallel dirt path along this stretch approaching downtown Upland is new...

and so are all the new trees riding into Claremont

Athenas and Sagehens warming up