Mile after unspoiled mile: trails once plied by
mules and tow men parallel the watery
ditches where canal boats once labored.
The tow path of the long defunct I and M canal
Winds into the distance:
Hand dug from Illinois to Michigan this short lived
means of transporting goods beckons the walker, jogger
and bicycle rider.
Remnants of locks silently stand sentinel.
Towns such as Utica, and Ottawa, Marseilles cling to the towpath berms
Battling time and technology to remain in existence.
There is an abundance of expected sights along miles of trails in the midst of
flyover country: ducks, deer, water happy reeds and prairie grasses.
Fallen trees, limbs strewn across parts of the walk way.
No surprises here.
So what is not here?
What is missing?
Why walk mile after mile huffing and puffing between arches of trees,
sensing the heroics of tug boat pullers and their companion mules.
In the midst of nowhere on a beautiful November day?
News anchors are today describing the end of the Occupation of Wall Street:
Pictures of sanitation trucks (garbage trucks where I come from): front end
loaders ferrying piles of trash and human waste from pristine city park lands.
Squatters with hands out, voices raised, not a clue about social responsibility.
What is missing on the I & M trails?
Didn’t see 1 not 1 trash can: Didn’t see 1 not 1 graffiti painted wall:
Saw only 1, just 1 walker who put a Wendy’s cup by the walk side:
Blaring boom boxes – zero: Pounding drums – zero.
Government lackeys leaning on their shovels and occasionally picking up
trash – zero.
Over one hundred years of sleepy existence. The trails are nurtured and cared
for by those anonymous friends who make a difference. A dramatic example
of people taking personal responsibility for their land and legacy.
Perhaps a coincidence – perhaps not: Driving north from Ottawa to Harvard
Il, a land flat and fertile: prized farmland generation to generation: one is
struck by the numbers of Old Glories lying proudly from flag poles and posts
of all sorts.
Perhaps a coincidence – perhaps not.