Don't all good commuting adventures start with a locked gate?

I have been eyeing a levee road that runs close to my route home. I looked it up on Google Earth yesterday before leaving work to get a better view of where it went. Then I took it home.

I had to go over the gate to get started and it ended up being just like every other levee or fire road I have ever been on. It is used by the city vehicles occasionally but there wasn't a soul out there when I was on it. The other end comes out at an open gate of a trail head parking lot - so I figured I had only a 50% chance of being somewhere I shouldn't (that is a lie - I know the locked gate meant I shouldn't have hopped it - but the itch was terrible).

At any rate, I finally scratched that itch and can go back to my normal route.