A neighbor mentioned it in passing, the path where she takes her dog to walk in the woods and romp in the creek. A creek? I had been vaguely aware of an overgrown ditch beside the road. But a creek in the woods? Woods in my urban neighborhood? This was news. What was the name of the street? She couldn’t remember. But it was somewhere down there, not far from my house. Take the dirt road, then follow some cul-de-sac or other. Look for the creek. You’ll find it. So I set off with my dog Ruby, searching for this mysterious path that would lead me to a place where unleashed dogs can romp in creeks.