The other day, Mr. Hyde got all bent out of shape about going for our run. After, shall we say, some attitude adjustment, he’s been working on adopting a more agreeable demeanor. But the true test would come this morning when it was time to hit Brushy Creek Trail.
I let him choose whether we parked at the YMCA or at the sports park–we’d run from one to the other and back, so it was the same distance either way. But I figured he’d be a little more enthusiastic if he got to pick part of the route.
Brushy Creek Regional Trail follows, not surprisingly, Brushy Creek. Oddly, we’ve gotten several inches of rain over the last three or four days, so I was looking forward to seeing the creek rise a bit. Our part of Texas has been in a serious drought over the last three years or so–rain in July is almost unbelievable!
We started from the sports park which took us under the railroad trestle (a Capital Metro commuter train passed overhead as we ran) and across several tributaries of the creek. We crossed the first one, amazed at the quantity of water rushing past us. The whole way, the path was covered in puddles and sediment, and a couple of the wooden bridges were still slick. Once, a puddle completely blocked the trail–we had to climb a railing to go around it.
Needless to say, it was humid! The sun had come out after three cloudy, cool days, so while the trail was mostly shaded, we were still sweating up a storm. I was glad we’d each brought a hand-held water bottle with Nuun tablets mixed in.
From the beginning, B tried really hard to be agreeable. Instead of complaining, he chattered about random stuff. A sampling:
Can you tell what he’s been doing with his time the last couple of weeks? 🙂
Near the YMCA, there’s a bridge over a trickling waterfall. As we got closer, we could see that the creek was moving swiftly, even creating little rapids in places. And the waterfall itself? No longer a trickle, that’s for sure.
The water rushed down the hill and under the bridge, then broke into a huge waterfall. But there was more water than space for it–where the creek narrowed and turned, a bit of a backup occurred, creating a little pond of swirling water.
We walked down the banks a bit to get a better look at the waterfall. It roared over the rocks and created a fine misty spray drifting from the pool below. To our drought-tainted eyes, it looked as beautiful as Niagara Falls. I even took a video!
We took a quick break at the YMCA, then headed back. We noticed the clear water in the little tributaries–once I stopped and collected a handful of water to splash on my face. Ahhh.
As we crossed the bridge by the railroad trestle, a guy and his dog waded in the creekbed. B thought they had the right idea, so after they moved along, he jumped down and dunked his head under one of the little waterfalls too. I think if we weren’t a quarter-mile from my car, he would have submerged his whole body!
It was pretty warm out there, and we walked some–let’s say we were in no danger of breaking any kind of speed records! But we chatted and had a really nice time together. I hope this Dr. Jekyll–not his alter ego Mr. Hyde–is my running partner on Saturday, too.