My time at the Juan Bautista de Anza trail is wrapping up! As I reflect on this penultimate blog, I am so grateful for the opportunity to have partaken in a trail planning context and environment that has pushed me, challenged me, and allowed me...

Cars were speeding beyond us. The sounds were indistinguishable, smooth, and fast. It was hot—though not like we were in the desert, it wasn’t bucolic or extreme or particularly noteworthy—and it smelled like gas. On one side of my supervisor and me was Zoo Drive,...