This was my first time on Victoria past Washington Street, but really this was to see Van Buren. I got off RTA route 14 on Indiana Avenue just east of Jackson Street, and proceed down Jackson Street onto Victoria. I immediately regretted my forgetfulness, as at the corner of Indiana and Jackson there is a house surrounded by bamboo, which I would have loved to have had a picture of. Oh, well.
Continuing down Jackson, I passed Arlington High School. The architecture of many of the schools in this part of the country is an amazing thing. Coming from the Midwest, where actual cold was a thing that happened and precipitation was a regular occurrence, schools were monolithic: a single enclosed building. You’d show up, walk inside by 8 AM, and you’d be in the same building (unless your PE class was outside or something) until school ended at 3:15. However, reflecting the climate, schools here often consist of multiple buildings, usually long low buildings consisting of a single row of classrooms accessed not via hallways but with exterior doors.
Just before I reached Victoria came an orange grove (really? Orange groves in Riverside? Never heard of such a thing!). The pedestrian path along this part of Jackson runs between a fence for the grove proper and another row of orange trees shielding said path from the street–this has, unfortunately, made for a very littered path. Here came my only real excitement. A rather loud and angry dog was running up and down inside the orange grove’s fence, not entirely thrilled by my presence. This was annoying, but not bothersome until I realized that the grove’s entrance gate was not far ahead. The angry dog was keeping pace me this entire time; meanwhile, the possibility that that gate might be open was not lost on me.
I calmed down once I saw that it was shut, and continued on to Victoria. It wasn’t long before I came to Van Buren, and meanwhile enjoyed Victoria Avenue for what it is: a street that pulls double duty as a park. But I was only on Victoria for a quarter-mile or so before I turned on to Van Buren. Just south of California 91 is a four-screen drive-in movie theater. Again, no photographs, but its screens make for an imposing sight as you turn the corner. Continuing up Van Buren, the sidewalk stops on the side of the street I was on from Lincoln to just past the theater–there is a landscape nursery that runs almost right to the curb.
Shortly after I crossed under 91, I made a detour into Arlington Park for a restroom break, but despite signs openly stating that it was supposed to be unlocked during park hours, the gate protecting the door was locked shut. Oh, well–the nice thing about hiking in cities is that there’s always somewhere close. The rest of the trip up Van Buren was uneventful, though I did appreciate whatever city worker decided to cut a passageway through the branches of a tree that had grown out over the sidewalk, instead of just slicing the branches all the way down. A nice touch of personality!
After turning onto Arlington, I stopped to watch a couple of light airplanes and a helicopter land at the city airport. Once I finish coursework I might see if I can scrape together the money to take flying lessons, but for now I’m content to just watch. Just across Arlington from the airport is a bowling alley–the first one I’ve actually seen in the nearly year and a half I’ve been in Riverside!
The trip down Arlington from the airport to Magnolia is one I’ve made several times before, though every time I completely forget about the hill between roughly Lomita St. and Urban St. Not a lot to say, really–there seemed to be a rummage sale of some sort going on in the Sears parking lot, but I wasn’t inclined to investigate. As I like to do, upon reaching Magnolia I hopped into Dematteo’s for lunch, then took the bus home.
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