The Canal Path

Few runners and cyclists are moving along the canal path on this mid-March morning in the Sonoran desert.

Sweet fragrant orange blossoms waft through the morning air, bringing back childhood memories when the groves of the distinct Arizona navel once equaled the number of people living in the East Valley.

Occasionally, finches chirp and croon, penetrating the silent air with song. Mountains tower over the desert floor in the distance.

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