It turns out that the wildflowers that I had posted pictures of from our travels on the C&O canal towpath earlier this Spring were only a fraction of what there was to be seen and enjoyed. Here are pictures of more flowers taken from our more recent visits.
Spring has returned with a vengeance to the C&O Canal towpath. One’s spirits are lifted at the sight of a trail lined with flowers.There are so many different kinds spring flowers to be seen, some of which I still cannot identify in spite of all the years I have spent on the trail!
Suffice to say that a walk along the canal is the spring time can do wonders for you!
The sun was out for a change and it was the perfect weather for a walk after a week of constant downpours. The river and the creek were running high. The puddles along the trail did little to dampen the spirit, perhaps they added a positive element to the experience in spite of our complaints.
We met her on the trail while walking north of Riley’s Lock on the C&O canal towpath. She overtook us on her bicycle shortly into our walk. The panniers on the bike were loaded with stuff, and I remember thinking to myself that she must be riding a long way. She seemed to be riding at a very relaxed pace.
We found her again when we reached the Horsepen Branch Hiker/Biker campsite where she had stopped for a break.
It was just coincidence that we had decided to leave the trail to try to find a way down to the river side from this campsite. As we were walking by I asked her where she was going. She informed us that she was headed for Pittsburgh. We got to talking.
She was from San Francisco and she was doing this ride on her own. She thought she might complete the ride in 8 days, but she really was not stuck on a schedule. She was camping out at the Hiker/Biker sites along the towpath during the nights. She was not clear yet on where she was going to stay along the Great Allegheny Passage (GAP). Her bike could be folded and she figured that she could pack it up and take a bus if anything went wrong anywhere along the way. When I spoke about the possible challenge crossing the mountains after Cumberland, she informed us that she covered those kinds of elevations when biking to work in the mornings. This ride should not be a problem!
We heard that she had just biked from Washington DC to Richmond and Williamsburg in Virginia. She was really enjoying the experience of riding the trail after having been on the roads during that ride.
We thought she was pretty gutsy to do this kind of a ride on her own, and her mindset in tackling something like this was quite refreshing. She did not appear to be naive about the kind of risks involved in this kind of an endeavor, but I could not be sure. In the end we wished her good luck and parted ways.
This encounter was a bonus to the wonderful walk that we had.
The spring flowers that lined the trail with different colors in different in sections,
Or the light tinge of green beginning to appear among the branches of the trees;
The big fat bird that I sighted in the distance,
That kept running away from me along the trail as I slowly caught up with it,
That eventually managed to lift its huge and somewhat ungainly body off the ground
and disappear into the woods around a corner;
The small turtle crossing the trail oblivious to the dangers posed by folks like me;
The big turtles perched on the logs in the waters of the canal warming themselves,
Or swimming in the clear waters with their backs sticking out above water level;
The incredibly bright red cardinals zipping across the trail in front of me;
The extremely loud pecking of the woodpecker ringing through the woods;
The fox crossing the trail and the canal as I approached;
The barred owl that rose from a tree just beside the trail as I went by,
Flying off to settle on a tree further away from the trail to stare at me;
The vultures that reluctantly rose from the trail as I approached,
Only to land on the trees above the trail to watch me go by;
The appearance of the two dogs that seemed to have no master,
One approaching me with an awkward and sideways gait,
Seemingly looking at me warily out of the corner of one eye,
And the other running away to the berm side of the canal to stare at me from the distance?
But the overall result was a great time riding my bike even though I did not stop to smell the roses, and even as I covered 20 miles in each direction along the towpath in preparation for the ride from Pittsburgh to the DC area happening later in the year.