We made out way around the Arts and Sciences complex and, with a lunch reservation at 1:30, decided to loop back towards the restaurant by going around the Aquarium.
And then the sidewalks grew less peopled.
And then the sidewalks turned into a driveway.
And then the driveway turned into a dirt road.
And then that dirt road turned into a dirt path strewn with trash, graffiti, and the mangled corpses of birds (pictured below, sans corpses).
On one side was the unscalable walls of the aquarium complex. On the other side was a river with thick bushes and no sign of a way across.
We thought back to the skills we had learned in our youths but alas, we neither caulk nor wagons to forge the river. We did find a pipe running over the river without too much fencing around it, which you can see in the photo below, but common sense prevailed and rather than going Indiana Jones over the ledge, we turned back and trekked all the way back around the complex.
This was much more of a hardship than it sounds, I promise. It was hot, after all, and we were nearly late for our lunch reservations. I mean, if that isn't a testimony-building tale of trials and tribulations, I don't know what is!