Jen's Journal

This Friday wasn't the first time I figured I'd "short-cut" through the park, only to discover Mosquito Creek separating me from my destination. I was on the Upper East Side of the Creek trying desperately to find Earl LaBounty's house, (Upper West Side of the Creek). If you are unfamiliar with the LaBounty name, just visualize an elderly man who drives a CRV. With my road bike hoisted over one shoulder, I stumbled along the rocky-rooty trail. I must have walked 6 or 7 blocks through forested nothingness, following the creek. What was really getting to me was how there could be so much forested nothingness surrounded by these residential monstrosities. As the rain started to fall through the dense forest canopy I started to weigh the option of tiptoeing across the less-deep sections of creek. For the first time in a long time my common sense prevailed. I continued my trudge another few blocks eventually finding my salvation, a non-descript metal bridge.