You might be wondering where this is going because this is a blog that features vintage knitting patterns and although full of words, where is their power? It's simply that for all my knowing life I have been uncomfortable with particular words because they have been used to degrade a groups of people in a racially hateful way. I have notebook of quotes that range from the absurb (thank you Terry Prachett) to the thoughtful (thank you Terry Pratchett) and I'm sure that you have your favourites because we all know that words have power. How many of us have been lost in a book, or transported to realms unseen and unknown? How many of us, especially in the past year, have used words and memes to lighten and brighten those around us? How many of us have used words to argue a case, or hear the words of others and had our mind changed? And when that sucker is wet- yikes.Words are powerful and can be used to uplift and remind us of the beauty of the world. If that road, with its choppy pavement and steep hills, is any easier for an elderly person or someone in a wheelchair than a (maintained) dirt trail, then by golly, I would be shocked. I'm not sure if this was bad 70s-era planning or what, but I don't buy that this is to make it more accessible to people. I have never understood why this road is "paved," if you can call it that. With all the rain we had this year and our endless budget crisis, I expect that day to be sooner than later. I am anxiously awaiting the day that Pipeline Road turns back to dirt. We rode up to the entrance of Henry Cowell State Park, then took the dumb but fairly challenging Pipeline Road to the Graham Hill Road entrance, then turned around and went back to the Rincon Road that takes you down to the San Lorenzo River crossing and back out to 9. It was so pleasant riding up 9- so quiet and peaceful. Highway 9 is closed until early October, methinks, and you can ride it car-free on the weekend, which makes Santa Cruz feel fresh and delightful and new. But Kate was all for it, so we climbed through and off we went. And 2) if that guy and his lady and their infant child and ancient dog can hide from a truck, then by god, so can I! Despite all my Socialist propaganda, I actually get nervous breaking these little "rules". Why would people be patrolling it? And this area is maybe almost supposedly going to be turned into a preserved area anyway, so I'll just help it along and bring it some good bike karma. My reasoning: 1) The plant that owns this road, hereby known as Vandelay Industries, is no longer. He said it eventually connects to Bonny Doon Road, and that they've hidden from trucks before but that doesn't mean that there will be guards patrolling today. I asked the man where the road went and if the No Tresspassing sign was for serious or was a ha ha funny joke. when a cute little family climbed through the gate with their baby and dog. I was giving the eye to a certain road marked "No Tresspassing," let's just call it. Anyway, back on 1, I rode to Davenport, where Kate very intelligently met me in the car.
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