The route to O’Connor feels like a ghost town. It used to be a neighborhood park, in a neighborhood that was destroyed for an airport expansion. Metal barriers secure lanes to nowhere, overgrown with weeds and blocked by fallen trees.
A tiny blue sign reassuringly points to the one open road that leads to the still nicely maintained park.
There’s a tiny trail from the parking lot to the playground. It’s not really long enough to be much of a walk, but there are nice open fields to stroll. The ground is soft and knobby and not at all muddy. Brush and scrubby trees line the perimeter framing pretty overlooks.
It’s still a beautiful place for nature rambling or family gatherings.
A man and his dog, as I drive away, wander the fields as I did, enjoying the secluded open space.
Rambling ... 