Trailside Sights March 31, 2012Posted by marzwaggener in Georgia.
I’ve snapped a few fun pictures this past week on the trail, which I will share with you today. I’ve also met a few people, and I always love meeting new people. It’s one of the greatest things about being out on a crazy adventure – sure I get a lot of strange looks and disapproving glares, but there’s plenty of people with rich personal histories of their own who share the spirit of adventure and discovery who never cease to fascinate me.
Saturday, March 24th was my birthday. At the Hiram Trailhead in Paulding County, I was infinately fascinated by the sheriff’s office, which is located in this original train caboose in the parking lot. I recognized the wheels of the caboose from the rusted axle I’d seen in the woods the day before. The sheriff regularly patrols the trail in a motorized cart – the ONLY motorized vehicle allowed on the trail, as many signs will warn you of a $1000 fine and 30 days in jail if you get the bright idea of trying to race down the trial on a motorcycle.
I also passed the memoral for Jennifer Ewing on my birthday. She was a 54-year-old mother of three who was tragically beaten to death on this spot almost six years ago. Considering that this is the only murder on the entire sixty mile stretch of trail – ever, as far as I can tell – it’s a REALLY safe trail, especially since traffic has increased and the sheriff makes regular rounds. (In my last place, there was a murder within a 15 minute walk of my apartment about every other month, and I felt safe enough to walk around the streets at 2 or 3 AM taking pictures.) Still, this was a tragic story and hopefully will never happen again.
This is the view from Pumpkinvine Creek Trestle, which was built in 1903 by hand and mule. It’s a HUGE bridge, over 700 feet long and 100 feet high.
I spotted a table and umbrella set up on a senic spot next to the creek.
It wasn’t till I almost passed that I noticed who was relaxing under the umbrella! Someone sure had a sense of humor. I’ll bet 99% of people who cross this bridge don’t notice who’s watching from below, but the few who do get a little chuckle.
I met up with this father-daughter duo on Tuesday the 27th, then again on Wednesday the 28th. They live close by the trail and spend a lot of time biking on it. They were REALLY a lifesaver because this was during the longest stretch of trail with no water fountains (just over eleven miles, which is not very far, but I’m loaded down with a lot of gear and dragging a suitcase on broken wheels and I only travel about 4 miles a day – so 11 miles is more than two days for me). I was out of water when they found me on Wednesday, so they filled up one of my water bottles (cold water too!). I ran out of that water by the end of the day but pulled into a gas station pretty early the next morning. It would have been a FAR more miserable experience without their help.
This is the Brushy Mountan Tunnel. Built in 1912, it stretches 800 feet long and divides the Paulding/Polk County line. It stays nice and cool inside the tunnel, and although it’s a nice place to hang out now, it probably wouldn’t have been so great back when the Silver Comet Trail was a railroad and a train was coming through. (I did notice two small door-frame sized spaces a person could squeeze into when a train passed, but it wouldn’t be a situation I’d care to risk.)
Thursday March 29th I arrived at The Rock Campground. It’s an amazing campground, with spaces for both tents and RVs and even a couple of cabins that can be rented. I’ve ended up staying here a few days. I’ve found it to be undersold on its website – http://therockrvpark.com/ – it’s SO much cooler than I thought it would be. Anyway that’s what my next post will be about. Until then~