To avoid any hunters, I looked up driving directions to the park, packed up my camera, put on my L.L. Bean boots, and headed out. I passed horses wearing little jackets and a field full of cows (or maybe small bears? I was far away and couldn’t tell exactly what they were), and planes bound for Denver International Airport coasted overhead. As the road turned, I glimpsed the lake! Surely the entrance could not be far.
I reached Piccadilly Street, where I was due to turn, and then…a road block! No Through Traffic! Road Work Ahead! The detour sign led me onto a dirt road, so I followed the path, hoping I could reach the park on the other side of the detour. My little Honda CR-V bounced and jostled along the unpaved road. I wondered, is this going to hurt my suspension?!? As a spoiled suburban female, I have no idea what the suspension is (is it a part? Is it a concept achieved by keeping all the parts in balance? I’m envisioning springs…), but regardless, this seemed like a situation that might be endangering it.
After a long loop, I passed “Gun Club Road” (and some ridiculous mansions) and reached the other side of Piccadilly Street. Can you guess what awaited me there? Another huge road block. I took it as a detour sign from the universe. I probably would have been eaten by rabid coyotes, anyway.
You’ve won the battle, Barr Lake, but someday, I will stroll along your shore…