Maybe because we came in the dry season, the drought had emptied most of the ponds. The cracked pond bottoms gave out the stingy smell of the dead fish half-a-mile into the park. However, once we saw the creek, we said to ourselves that this park does live up to its name.
The cactus, the trails leading to the creek, the bridge after bridge, and the seemingly never-ending trails had all pleased joggers, bike-riders, and adults with strollers in the park. On the other hand, sharing the same trail by all these people has obviously distracted the indulgence of the trail users; we had to turn back frequently not to hurt someone and not to be hurt either.
However, that doesn't prevent us from finding the beauties of the park here or there. I loved seeing the disciplined ducks line up sailing in the creek, an eagle flying towards us, and pretty purple-colored flowers thirsty for the raining season.
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