It was like a a concrete wonderland. We ran around, exploring this unseen, hidden place for what must have been close to an hour. I'm certain, if asked, I could never find it again. The four of us climbed, jumped, and ran across this weird, unknown world in various states of awe.
Adventure truly is the best word for it. It's hard to believe that there's really any corner of downtown Flint that I haven't seen, but this opened my eyes to a whole new aspect of it. It was honestly better than I could have ever imagined.
After a while, we left on our bikes, promising only to come back another day.
As delightful as this was, our ride didn't end there. We then travelled to the Farmer's Market, where my friend Zach bought us all ice cream and we sat in the little garden place for about an hour. From there, we biked through Kearsley Park and the parking ramp at Mott, and discovered another wonder I knew nothing about. It appeared to be just a large wall of rocks, built in such a way that was convenient for climbing. Which we did, of course. We also stopped at a little pavilion, which we pretended was our home somewhere on the Mott campus.
We visited both my home as well as my friends' before the green bridge near our house over Gilkee
Creek, which flows into the Flint River. We then pulverized a bit of rock so the water wasn't so still, allowing it to travel more freely. In the process, we moved along a stagnant pool of water that had been showering us in mosquitoes.
The whole day, only two things even slightly resembled the stereotype that our city is given.
A) On Saginaw street, when we were passing pedestrians on our bikes, one woman loudly declared that she hates children. Yes, we heard you. And we hate rude and condescending adults.
B) A couple kids talked about stealing our bikes while we were in Gilkee Creek. We thank then for not doing so.
Those two things aside, it was the best day I've had in ages. It was delightful, and fun, and free. I can't imagine a more charming or happy bike ride could even be possible. Who would think that it could happen in such a town? Who would even think that we could go on a safe, 6-hour bike ride?
This city is so much more beautiful than people say it is.
As delightful as this was, our ride didn't end there. We then travelled to the Farmer's Market, where my friend Zach bought us all ice cream and we sat in the little garden place for about an hour. From there, we biked through Kearsley Park and the parking ramp at Mott, and discovered another wonder I knew nothing about. It appeared to be just a large wall of rocks, built in such a way that was convenient for climbing. Which we did, of course. We also stopped at a little pavilion, which we pretended was our home somewhere on the Mott campus.
We visited both my home as well as my friends' before the green bridge near our house over Gilkee
Creek, which flows into the Flint River. We then pulverized a bit of rock so the water wasn't so still, allowing it to travel more freely. In the process, we moved along a stagnant pool of water that had been showering us in mosquitoes.
The whole day, only two things even slightly resembled the stereotype that our city is given.
A) On Saginaw street, when we were passing pedestrians on our bikes, one woman loudly declared that she hates children. Yes, we heard you. And we hate rude and condescending adults.
B) A couple kids talked about stealing our bikes while we were in Gilkee Creek. We thank then for not doing so.
Those two things aside, it was the best day I've had in ages. It was delightful, and fun, and free. I can't imagine a more charming or happy bike ride could even be possible. Who would think that it could happen in such a town? Who would even think that we could go on a safe, 6-hour bike ride?
This city is so much more beautiful than people say it is.
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