When I began this journey in early November, I decided it would be fun to walk across the Two Rivers Bridge near Interstate 430. It was dusk when I arrived for my first visit to the bridge. Walking at a slow pace, I could tell that this wasn’t a good idea. I was out of breath early on. I decided to turn back when my ankles started hurting. I hadn’t even made it half way across the bridge! It was embarrassing to give up, so I stood where I was, pretending to take in the scenery until the people who had been behind me passed.
That was November 14, 2011. Less than a month later I decided to give it another shot. My pulse was elevated as I powered to the top of the bridge, but my ankles were holding strong. It was clear that my daily walking routine was paying off. Once I reached the end of the bridge, I decided to follow the trail where people were jogging and pushing strollers. I had no idea how far it was, but I felt confident that I could do it.
I had no idea the surprise I would find across the bridge…
As I walked around the East end of the park, I noticed how serene it was. Even though I could see the traffic on the nearby I-430 bridge, the park was silent. Looping around under the pedestrian bridge, the trail meandered West into a canopy of tall pine trees.
While I was unsure of how far the trail led back into the woods, I felt certain that it was a manageable distance. People of various ages, sizes, and ability levels were happily making their ways in both directions. As I continued on, I was shocked to see two deer seemingly unconcerned by the nearby foot traffic.
I snapped a few shots with my iPhone and continued along the trail. Further down the path I spotted another pair of deer. I had no idea that there were deer nearby, and I was even more surprised to find them so docile.
When I got home, I was curious to know how far I’d walked. I checked Google Maps. In total, I’d covered nearly two miles on my visit — my longest walk to date.