A guest blog! By Kevin Barrett, who is my boyfriend. Starting now:
I ended up on the trail yesterday after riding away from TRAX in a huff. The first and second trains left the station with no room for me to board. I knew the parkway was close, and even though it wasn’t the quickest way to get to Taylorsville, biking through a potentially hazardous goathead minefield was more appealing to me than waiting for a third train.
The river was as full as I’d ever seen it. Signs warned of high water ahead. Sandbags lined the path near apartment complexes. Several times during my ride I had to dismount and carry my bike off the road, which was too flooded to bike through. Paths that normally lead down to the water’s edge were underwater, their handrails poking above the water.
It was a nice ride. The plants were especially verdant, and the ducks paddled in their pea-green pond.
They swam away disappointed when it became obvious I wouldn’t feed them.
The scenery became more and more familiar as I got closer to Taylorsville.
The dog park below is new, but the view is the same as it was when this was just a field of yellow weeds and dry dirt. It changes quickly to suburbs not far from here.
It’s a nicer, much slower alternative to UTA.
(Thank you, Kevin)