It's been awhile since I have written about the 9th Street Island bridge and I know it has been on everyone's mind. You may recall I wrote a riveting post about its near collapse in May 2008. Then in June of that year I wrote about its replacement with a "temporary" Bailey bridge. I added this stirring bridge update in April 2009.
I won a lot of awards for my bridge coverage and figured that people were dying to know what has happened with the bridge lately.
We lived with the temporary bridge until this spring (2011). Only island residents and their guests were allowed to use the bridge, so the 9th Street Island became a private island for the most part. We went to one party there, but otherwise stayed on the mainland for three years.
Then, we saw them constructing a new bridge and a couple of weeks ago it opened to the public. We were once again free to roam the island. Or at least walk about 1/2 mile down its one road. Henry and I added it to our running route.
The river is near flood stage again, much as it was that fated May when the bridge blew out. It seems steady, but just in case, I am adding it to my route as often as possible.
Update to the update: It looks like the river crested a few days ago at just over .5 feet. That doesn't mean it can't crest again, but I think we are going to survive the river gods' wrath this year.
I don't know what day it was, but the boys and I, along with my dad, Karen and Scott, made a visit to the Channel Islands National Park visitor center at Ventura Harbor. There is a beautiful native garden, tidepool tank, big relief maps of all the islands and an observation tower from which you can see some of the islands on a clear day.
Climbing the four or more flights of stairs in the observation tower was a big hit with the boys. Riding down in the elevator was an even bigger hit.
(Tangent: When we were at LAX the boys were awed by the escalator. I don't know if there is a single escalator in the whole state of Montana, but if there is, I've never seen it. Anders almost fell off it the first time we rode down one. It was hilarious (because he wasn't about to get hurt or anything). I forget about all the things we don't experience living here. We do have elevators, though.)
I told the boys about the several times I've been out to the islands and whale watching from a boat, so Anders is determined to get to an island next time we are in California.
And the vacation kept going and going...
We went swimming at the pool at my mom's condo. Not so much me since it was FREEZING, but the boys didn't seem to notice.
And we went to Underwood Family Farm, which my mom qualified as half Disneyland, half farm. We played on the equipment, pet animals and picked berries. Picking strawberries and raspberries seemed a little crazy in May, but it was delicious.
And there was the Gull Wings Children's Museum in Oxnard.
We used to go to Leo Carillo beach a lot when I was growing up. After my high school prom, a bunch of us camped out in the campground across the highway from the beach (I think it was Leo, although it's possible we camped at Sycamore.) Then, when I was a botany naturalist for the Conejo Valley Unified School District Outdoor School I'd walk down to Leo once a week to check out the tide pools with a slew of sixth graders, while hoping they didn't get swept away in the ocean.
It was time to show the kids this beach that was so much a part of my growing up.
On our first full day at my mom's, we went for a hike in Wildwood Park. My brother and I have memories of an epic water balloon battle in a fort that used to be at the trailhead. I told the boys all about the fort, only to find it was torn down. It was kind of rickety, but it sure was fun.
(Reminds me of this article about how playgrounds are too safe these days and that might not be good for kids...)
But, we were there to hike, so hike we did. The yuccas were in full bloom, the prickly pear cactus blossoms were wide, sticky monkey flower and mustard lined the trail--it was springtime in the California chaparral. What a treat after a long, brown Montana "spring."
We didn't get too far, but made three creek crossings and LOVED all the blooms.