I went on a walk on the trails behind my house this afternoon after the rain. I most always go north by the old trestle where we drank as high schoolers and the little sandbar by the dam where I buried Sebastian and the old black fishermen talk about how they’re biting, where you can meet up with the trails behind the museum of natural science that eventually take you to mayes lake and the little league fields. Today I also went south, around all those trails that have cropped up since the last time I walked south along the tracks that go underneath Fortification Street (where some homeless camp and you can always find a few old couches and some pornography if you need a little respite from the heat). The tracks are too grown over this time of year to traverse with ease (in tennis shoes and shorts that is), but man, those 4-wheeling Rankinites who weekend on the Mighty Pearl have made a lot of new trails. This beach (photo taken with phone, I apologize for its quality), which was completely empty and trash-free (weird for around the Pearl for any number of reasons), and which I have never before seen, is about a ten minute walk, with some medium-steep, muddy trail along the way, from my front door, which is in one of the oldest, and closest to downtown, residential neighborhoods in Jackson. it’s like you’ve left the city altogether. awesome. laura’s dogs are gonna cream their jeans when we bring them here.
