---but in Albuquerque these days it's best to start out before 8 in the morning. Well before. Meaning the only possible destination is breakfast. My inner voice - my body speaking - told me to walk down from Dartmouth clear to Yale (one of the territorial boundary streets, probably about a mile or so west of me) down Coal-under-construction. Now, that's a fascinating walk.
The city is reconfiguring the one-ways to be pedestrian and bicycle friendly and safe, ever since the Nob Hill Neighborhood got up in arms about people using them as speedways and crashing into their fences, killing their dogs, and scaring people off the sidewalks. Coal, the former eastbound street, was first. I've been walking in the torn-up street almost from the start of the construction, from the first time it was a dirt road that was open enough for walking and bicycles. I saw people walking their dogs out there.
Today I set out going west, got one block to Girard, the border between Nob Hill and the University District, and the new sidewalk was so inviting and open, it would have taken an act of will to take the street. And it was indeed easy walking, under shade trees on both sides and with some nice landscaping and neighborly front doors. Though I never got as far as Yale. The sidewalk was closed, and the east side of the grocery store
parking lot was being torn up. Part of what the city was doing? Or something the grocery store wanted to do?
Then up to the Frontier for breakfast. Warning: a 2-egg breakfast there is twice the size of a 2-egg breakfast at the Senior Center. Their supplier must have giant hens.
Then on up to check off one more item on my to-do list: find out where the stretch of antique stores near the Senior Center starts and ends and what time they open. (10am. I thought so.) and home by bus.
Total time: 2 hours. Temperature: notably warm but not hot as I came home. Did I walk off that breakfast? It sure feels like it.
Feets, you did your stuff today.