There are a lot of nice bike trails going in around Houston these days. Awhile ago we tried the White Oak trail, and liked it. But we’ve always had the Brays bayou trail. Sometimes the asphalt crumbles into near nothingness. Sometimes there are people sleeping on the flat area under the Main St. bridge. There are little swarms of midges that will send you into a coughing fit if you inhale them.
How can I say something good about this scenic catastrophe? Why can’t we have something forested and unchanneled like Buffalo Bayou around Woodway? If this were in Tuscany, the banks above the flood zone would have lots of picturesque little vegetable plots, and tiny huts, not mowed grass. Well, this is what we have in my neighborhood. Biking home from the UT School of Public Health where I gave a talk today, I only passed 3 sewage treatment plants, West University, Houston, Bellaire.
We’ve seen the water come to inches of the bridge supports before, a brown, frothy flood that also backs up into the neighborhoods boiling out of the drains. Even a mild rainstorm can pull the water high in its banks. Sometimes they plant wildflowers along the slopes, but more often they mow them. In the other direction the trail and the bayou goes past the house my grandparents lived in when I was a child (see an earlier entry). The part of this trail with the most meaning for me is between Buffalo Speedway and Stella Link. Honest, those are the street names, and yes, they are odd. That is the stretch that I walked hundreds, maybe thousands of times in the 10 years I lived in Knollwood Village and had babies. My friends and I pushed those children in those strollers nearly every Saturday and Sunday. We just walked, no jogging, and talked and talked. We brought back goodies too, hunted down at 3 Brothers bakery.
The trail goes under the bridges, avoiding the traffic.
This is part of the stretch between Buffalo Speedway and Stella Link that I walked hundreds of times with Nan and Cecilia, pushing strollers.
Our goal was 3 Brothers where we erased any calorie deficit we might have achieved. Onion bialys were my favorites, but bagels worked well too.
Sarah, Anna, and Lisa, back from the stroller ride, no doubt, taken in the early 80s (recognize the style:)).