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| Life is pretty good at the Kral home. |
I could call it a slow day in paradise, but the truth is it was closer to idyllic. There is really no reason to venture much further than the back patio where a person can rest easy in soft chairs, watch a variety of living creatures scamper around the yard, sip rich coffee, and breathe warm desert air. So the flat fact is, or adventures were minimal today. David fixed an exotic batch of oatmeal (By the time we added the Maple Syrup, it was purely decadent). We savored some conversation and a few laughs. Then we decided to ride bikes (I think it was Go-Go Guilt). Just a few blocks from the Kral home is the Rialto River (It's really just a bed of sand). Along side the river, much like the canals in Phoenix, is a paved bike path that runs about twenty-five miles or so. We rode for nine, about fifty-two minutes. It was quite pleasant, and I could easily see myself accruing several miles on this path if I spent any time here at all. For lunch, we enjoyed a medley of left over gruel: Vegetable Soup, Beet Soup, Chili Verde, etc. We've been quite successful in both eating well and cleaning out the Kral refrigerator. So life is good. After lunch, Judy and Ginny went to a yarn shop so Judy would have supplies to begin a new project. David and I slapped a five pound weight in each hand and went for what David calls "a twenty minute power walk". By then, of course, it was time to go swimming over at the pool. The temperature in Tucson got to eighty-two today, but it was overcast with high clouds, so the sun didn't have its usual intensity. This made the time in the pool even more pleasant than usual because there wasn't the normal sharp glare. After our swim, we went over to two nearby housing enterprises (Both short term rental situations). Judy pretended to be a prospective client and we looked at a couple of units, which rent for about two grand a month. One was set up as an apartment that seemed closed in and awkward. The layouts included a steep set of stairs, a small graveled outside space, and no view. The other had a resort feel. It was complete with desirable amenities such as a pool, a workout room, a theater, free bicycle access, a club house, large patios in each units, and a list of "ice breaker" activities for patrons to enjoy. Judy could see herself living in the space, and I must admit that the unit we looked at could be very comfortable. I'm not sure what we will do once the wanderlust leaves us. We'll see. But as for that, tomorrow we head for Las Cruces (Our next adventure) where we'll spend two days enjoying the area. Then we're off to Texas. Our main goal this year is to explore what the books call "The East Texas Ramble", which follows the piney woods north along the border between Texas and Louisiana. We'll spend nearly three weeks going from Galveston north to Hot Springs, Arkansas. Then we'll make our way to Kansas for Easter. After that, we'll head on the long diagonal back the to North West and home. If we're granted traveling mercies, we'll be back home at the end of April. When we leave tomorrow morning, our stay here in Tucson will seem all too brief, but as I am fond of saying, life is good, especially today.
Sipping on a nice cup of joe, the light is very pleasant in the morning light back on the deck.
David, readying the steeds.
Ginny, giggling as usual, readying her feet.
The Kral's mechanical caballos.
David making sure he is safely attired.
Ginny, too!
Stumpy, too!
Staying hydrated along the paseo.
Stumpy trying to ride the tandem from the stoker seat.
The nicely paved path, like Phoenix has a system of bridges and tunnels that keep cyclists, runners, walkers, and moms with strollers safe from automobile traffic.
The Encanto property. Some are two story.
Some are three story. The apartments come in one, two, three bedroom layouts. The one we looked at was a medium sized two bedroom. Judy thought she could see herself living there for three months in the winter. And we all know the rule: If mama's happy...
The common areas were very well appointed.
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