A yard along the walk route in Arlanza, where a homeowner has filled the space between palm trees with birdhouses, figurines and plumeria in bloom. The sidewalk-visible display has the spirit of public art without the official sanction. (Larry Burns)
I park at Arlanza Community Center, which sits inside Bryant Park on Philbin Avenue, and start this walk the way many good Riverside walks begin: a little bit of shade, a little bit of civic infrastructure, and a clear reminder that I should not have chosen lunchtime in June for a stroll.
It's in the low 90s, clear and sunny; but my route today is an easy loop, about a mile and a quarter. Before I even left the parking area, I stopped in the California native plant garden next to the Solander Youth and Family Resource Center. During COVID, I remember Rivers & Land Conservancy hosting many events where these water wise pollinator gardens were installed by hundreds of volunteers. It looks like that initial passion remains as the space is well maintained and welcoming.
The path is a coarse sandy loam; lined with silver-green shrubs, bunch grasses, mallows, milkweed, sunflowers, and sage. A sign notes that many California native plants are fire-wise, which is a practical bit of wisdom in a city where beauty and hazard often grow from the same dry hillside.
The garden is small, but it sets my expectations for the walk. I'm hoping to see a little bit of everything without making a whole day of it. Arlanza is not a place that separates usefulness from beauty. Bryant Park has playgrounds, shade trees, and sports fields. Inside the buildings, you'll find a boxing club with a fully appointed ring, the Sports Office of Parks and Rec, community classes, and, during my visit, the City of Riverside's Summer Food Program providing free fresh fruit and vegetables.
It feels less like a relaxing idyllic park and more like a working hub, the kind of place where a neighborhood comes together in an intentional way. Recreation, education, nutrition, and social engagement.
The heat makes me pay attention to the shade. In the park there are structures and shade trees in sensible places. Families spread out under the canopy between runs around the playground. A few small groups gather to eat at the picnic tables.
Pedestrians at this time of day are few. People were out, but most stayed close to awnings, cars, or buildings providing a slice of shade. I see dog walkers and people moving between errands. I head up Philbin towards the Arlanza branch of the Riverside Public Library. Trees are more metaphorical than literal here.
Crossing the Gage Canal reminded me that Riverside's history is never far from water, even when the water is contained inside concrete. The canal is narrow and straight, carrying a reflective strip of sky, algae, trash, and utility pole shadows through a hard channel. It was not picturesque in the chamber of commerce way. Still, I found myself lingering. Riverside has always been shaped by moving water from one place to another, and here it was, still moving, tucked alongside parks, chain linked backyards, and small businesses.
I go right on Picker, taking me into one of the most historically important places in Riverside: Camp Anza. It was a World War II staging and debarkation center, and the marker near the old officer's club notes that more than 625,000 troops passed through its gates before the camp was declared surplus after the war. Today, the restored officer's club is part of the community center, and the surrounding Camp Anza development provides permanent housing for veterans.
The entrance sign for HomeFront at Camp Anza, a veterans housing development on the site of the World War II staging center in Arlanza. More than 625,000 troops passed through Camp Anza before the war ended. Today the grounds serve those who came home. (Larry Burns)
I remembered coming here about a decade ago for an Inlandia Indie writers' event not long after the housing and community space opened. At the time, I was focused on books and the familiar hopeful energy when local writers get together for an afternoon. On this walk, I see the place differently. Soldiers once passed through here on their way to and from war. Now veterans live here. A building once used for military recreation has become a community gathering place.
Past the library and Camp Anza, the landscape shifts again. Going right again on Cypress Avenue introduces me to retail and light industrial activity: tire and repair shops, party supplies, a fabric store, beauty supplies, and a pop-up flower shop are open and serving customers. People fix things, sell things, chat about things, take breaks, and keep the economy humming along.
A stretch of Cypress Avenue in Arlanza, where party supply shops, a fabric store and small service businesses line the commercial strip. The neighborhood's retail corridor runs on the kind of small commerce that doesn't need a social media following to stay open. (Larry Burns)
I appreciate this simple commerce. I like the staying power of these shops. The hand-painted day glo orange tamales sign with its big arrow reminds me of barrioPOP's installation at The Cheech in 2024, Las Varatas. There is a lot of Riverside that still runs on small businesses like these, the places that do not need to become Instagram stories to matter.
The residential streets brought another texture. The homes are mostly single-story, with a mix of small houses, apartment courts, and newer infill. Some yards are open behind chain-link fences, which made me nostalgic for neighborhoods where you can still see a little of how people live. In Canyon Crest, where I live, there are fewer chain-link fences left. Privacy has its appeal, but chain link offers a different kind of neighborly knowledge. You see a porch chair, a potted plant, a tarp, a dog bowl, a small statue; home repair projects waiting for the weekend.
I pass a small deer statue with oddly bright teeth, then a yard full of birdhouses and figures tucked among palms and plumeria. Someone had built a private world visible from the sidewalk, one small structure at a time. It was not public art, exactly, but it had the same spirit.
I turn right on Montgomery, then again on Trey, my path becoming a lopsided spiral if viewed from Google Maps. The sidewalks change block by block. Some new and wide; others cracked and crumbled. Most stretches had curbs on a patchwork of cement and dirt footpaths. Walking here makes it obvious that walkability is not just getting one thing right about civil infrastructure. Shade, permanent walkways, shoulders, easements, and bike lanes all add to quality of life. These are the features that let people know that they are valuable and that their place matters, deserves investment.
By the time I turn on Warren (finally a left!) back toward Bryant Park, I was ready for a water break on a park bench in the shade. Arlanza is not arranged around a single landmark, claim-to-fame, or famous resident. It is held together by useful places: a park, a library, housing, canals, front porches; people and places and things thriving in the heat.
This is why I walk ordinary streets in Riverside. Arlanza's beauty is not decorative, though there are flowers, murals, and enough yard art to reward attention. A good walk does not have to take you out of the city. Sometimes it takes you deeper into it.
Arlanza reminds me that walkability is not only about trails, skyline views, or planned promenades. It is also about whether a neighborhood gives you reasons to keep going: a library book to pick up, a lunch sign to follow, a park to return to. By visiting them and meeting the people that gather in these places, I gain a little more understanding of the city beneath my feet.
