Down to Sheridan, still mostly devoid of traffic. I caught a red light, shot a look each way and ran across. It's park all along the lake. Grass and big trees and winding paths for runners and bikers. People take their dogs there.
Kids play there.
At this hour of the morning, though, there were just a few runners spaced far apart on the crushed shell path. There's an L-shaped pier of concrete blocks. It shelters the power boat launching ramp. I saw someone sitting out there on the end. Past the railing, perched on a rough, white concrete boulder.