Today’s ride took me over to campus for the program’s end-of-the-year picnic, this time with dogs. I took my regular route down the hill, but I decided to stay on Dolphin, just to see where it would take me. The city isn’t in the kind of grid I’m used to, so I’m not always sure which streets are running which directions, but I had a hunch that if I stayed where I was, I might end up on Harlem Ave., which seemed increasingly likely as I crossed Eutaw and Druid Hill and Pennsylvania. And then it was Harlem Ave. I’m not sure why this felt so exceedingly satisfying, but it did–I mean, really, really satisfying. It’s the sense of knowing where you are, I guess, though I have no illusion that I actually know where I am–I just got here, and I’ll never be from here. I pedaled back on to my usual route, enjoyed our picnic, and rode home via the Gwynns Falls Trail. I snapped this picture looking up the railroad tracks at Bush and Severn. Somebody enters and exits the city this way–a whole different view. Pedal, pedal, pedal, up the Jones Falls Trail to home, happy to be on the bike and not in the car.