"Do the hard work up front".
So we ended up just tooling around to the more ritzy bits of our part of town. We live in an area of Colorado Springs that is generally more hoity toit than average. Our neighborhood, however, is at the older, low end of that spectrum - what Chaco likes to refer as "The Ghetto of Briargate". Yup, that's us.
A friendly bike ride away is where the other half lives, upwards in elevation from our street and home value. God forbid they should have to deal with our runoff! There are various bike friendly pathways to get us there and back, so it fit our requirements.
It was a beautiful day for it, hard to believe it's mid-February. Don't worry, it won't last, which was all the more reason to not squander it.
So we brought our riff raff selves and enjoyed our nice ride, going passed the large exclusive community elementary school, that looks to us like something out of "The Jetsons":
|It's only K thru 5. What do they do with all that space?|
Not far from there were various little playground parks, and it was nice to see a fair amount of kids and dogs with dog walkers out enjoying the day. Was the (totally unnecessary) doorway to this playground inspired by the Jetson school?
At one point along the pathway was a large faded splotch of blood.
"Something big died there", I remarked.
Magnum agreed, then speculated, "Maybe some kid just dropped a juice box?"
Nope, that was no juice box death. I'm sticking with the big bloody thing.
Eventually, having climbed the ladder, we'd had our fill and headed back to our humble neighborhood. While friendly and clean and bike accessible, the Cordera Community is not really my cup of tea as a place to live. I like older, unique, and more established neighborhoods where the trees are big and the people and houses don't all look alike. Plus, I like my houses small - less to clean.
But it was a nice little sightseeing excursion for a couple of hours. Then it was all downhill from there.