Dumbarton Bridge Dust Bowl

CA noon on the 10th of June. Buddy got bit so now I can't run in the marsh anymore. Took the road towards Dumbarton. Now instead of a shrub lined bike path I got a pavement next to the freeway. One side the roaring road, the other a habitat restoration program, dry grass and dirty ponds and dry dirt and a few tumbleweeds. Not a bird in sight, save the roadkill in the shoulder. The big ole sign by Dumbarton advertises this nature reserve but gives off old West saloon vibes. Faded colors on weathered wood. Only a one or two others out - no one walks round these parts. One man pushing a trike of possessions like a rickety old wagon - though I bet the wagons a smoother ride. A lone desperado bikes towards the bridge, and presumably more fertile pastures East. As for me, I take refuge on an old couch neatly placed on the hard shoulder. I'll rest til dusk then roll on out.