A brief riparian interlude

First, a thicket of bamboo on Irola. There are no meters here, it's just a place I had to walk past to do the rest of the street. I don't know who thought it would be a great idea to plant bamboo in San Antonio, but if I had a time machine I think I would go back and find out, and deliver a swift kick to his groin. If you ever had to hack your way through an alley full of bamboo, you'd know how I feel. The Monte Vista Historic District is the worst place in town when it comes to bamboo-choked alleys. I'm glad I don't have to deal with that anymore. Also this is a rough route. If you look at the linked map, it starts/ends way over there at Woodlawn and Ligustrum and goes the other way before it comes back to where the star is.

This was on the split (the extra half-route that I did so I'd be over 600 meters (actually 645). When you're going down a dead-end street and working both sides of the street, you know that something funky is going to happen when you get to the end. Like walking along a creek bank until you get to the next street. This place is right about here.

"Riparian." I love that word. I would have never learned it if it weren't for Hyacinth Bucket (that's "bouquet").