The Bike Trail - Part 5 - End of the Line

Note: We could not prove that the forest was NOT enchanted, so we are forced to assume it was.

We've left the concrete behind.

Heading into the woods, we were once again on more familiar ground. The trappings of civilization, though they were only a few meters away, dropped behind. The trail was good, something that could could bike, other than a few fallen trees and this bridge with a terrifying pitfall in the middle.

Repairing it would likely be easy enough - though I do need to once again note that there's a terrifying hole right in that bridge that looks so enchanting up there.

Ah, yeah, that's a good leg-shattering fall, there.

People do come through here and clean off the trees, from time to time. You see the cut remains hanging off to the side, waiting to be firewood. But at the moment there's one mucking up the works. I was able to just climb over, but bikes don't climb well. Not even mountain bikes.

Once we get to the infamous Waterworks Curve, there's quite a bit of construction going on. I'm not entirely sure what all is going on, there, but it doesn't really seem like Bike Trail construction. I know that part of the storm sewers comes up under all this, the train tracks are a structure that the city evolved away from, and now Jackson uses the space to put in useful structures.

Evolution is like that. The bike trail could be another spandrel, thrown over the old structure. But as we come closer to the river, the trail must be higher, the swamp intervenes. In high water, the trellis is the only dry ground.

Just bike on through, buddy. Top speed. Go on.

At this point, the going is rough. Trees and various types of feces seem to make up most of this peculiar layer of woodland. To make this a bike trail heading out to Flowood, you'd have to remove the trees, which would likely destroy the trellis.

Also, right before you get to the last upward stretch heading to the steel bridge, someone burned it down. It's not hard to see how this might have happened. Fires are often up there, lit either by someone struggling for some heat or cooked food, or by teenagers, who like to set fires. I have this on good authority, having once been a teenager that loved to burn things down.

The end of the line is rather abrupt. The rails carry on as best they can, but the terrain below is not the sort you'd build a trail over, nor is there any aerial path to our ultimate destination.

It takes a second. Keep looking. Wait for it. Don't get too close.

If this were a bike trail, and you'd somehow manage to bike through the forest that floats eight meters above the ground, and you weren't looking because you were dodging trees and the occasional bird, this would be the part where you died.

But no, you didn't do that, you didn't die, because you read this first. So let's trundle back through the muck, get down on the (somehow less) filthy ground, and get past this lethal trap.

The last few meters are always the hardest, and in this case that's because the ground is strewn with wreckage, and the washed up debris from upstream. Yet, the river is low and you can pass - any bike trail here would need to be as high as the railway was, or else it would be impassable in the flood season.

The goal is to make a path from South Jackson into Flowood. Probably shouldn't tell the people of Flowood that. They'd wig out. But biking from Hal and Mal's to... whatever the hell they have in Flowood?

That'd be worth it. The old bridge is still standing strong, waiting.

And rusting, too. Might want to hurry.