The Man of Steel and I went a little wild and crazy celebrating Labor Day, 2016. Not only did we visit the health food store and then order our favorite drinks at our favorite coffee shop, but we also took an early morning walk the High Trestle Trail. Here are 10 reasons for central Iowans to consider a September walk on the trail. For those of you who live far, far from the most beautiful spot in the world, many of the reasons apply to a walk in the woods anywhere.
10. Walkers who have horse phobias have no reason to be paranoid on the High Trestle Bridge.
9. This is a proper Iowa trail paved with smooth cement, and benches are strategically placed along the way for those who need to rest now and then.
8. Signs along the way let you know how many of the optimum-for-health daily 10,000 steps you have walked.
7. Wildflowers along the way will put you in a good mood.
6. Someone created the coolest bike racks ever along the path, too.
5. Fall colors are beginning to peek through with the enticing promise of spectacular autumn foliage.
4. If you stay alert, you might see late summer fawns with their mommies.
3. The sumac, oh, the sumac.
2. The view of the Des Moines River from the bridge is breathtaking.
1. The High Trestle Bridge is a beautiful work of art.
Where do you like to walk in the fall? Leave a comment.
Hiram was gone last weekend, enjoying the annual guys-riding-motorcycles-on-winding-roads weekend with my sister’s husband. Therefore, I started my annual I-can-do-whatever-I-want-since-there’s-no-one-around weekend with a walk on the recently completed High Trestle Trail not to far from where we live.
The twenty-five mile trail runs along an abandoned Union-Pacific railroad line. Every inch of the scenery along the 3 miles I explored was lush and lovely. The crowning jewel was the half-mile long, High Trestle Bridge across the Des Moines River. The Des Moines River valley is loaded with spectacular views, so I was expecting the beautiful view.
But I wasn’t expecting the old railroad bridge turned walking/biking trail to be a work of art. Yet with lovely twin pillars at each and a canopy created with iron girders turned every which way, the bridge was at the breathtaking center of panoramic scenery.
The beauty was so distracting I forgot to be scared of heights, and that’s saying something for someone who thinks the third rung of a ladder is too far off the ground for comfort. Sure, halfway across the bridge I had the fleeting thought, “This would not be a good time for the New Madrid earthquake fault to act up,” but then the circular pattern of the girders distracted me, and I went back to thinking “pretty” and “shiny.”
My only regret is that Hiram wasn’t there so we could see it for the first time together. Then again, maybe we can trek across this Iowa treasure together when the leaves start turning in a few weeks. In the meantime, perhaps I can pick up a seismometer cheap on eBay and start monitoring Iowa’s earthquake activity. Then again, I could throw caution to the wind and live dangerously.
That sounds a lot easier than the operating manuel for a seismometer, don’t you think?