The afternoon dried out the roads after heavy morning rains, and I set out for an easy run. My turnaround point was the bridge over a tributary that joins the main creek from the west.
For eleven years I've been running, walking, and biking up the Sligo Creek Trail. When I approached the bridge, I noticed a dirt path that came down along the side of the tributary. Something about it, perhaps that it seemed quite well used, caught my attention, and I decided to follow it.
Often the little side trails take you quickly up to street, or dead-end behind a house, but this one meandered along the stream. I was surprised at how much water was running in the tributary - almost as much, it seemed, as in the main branch - and at the extent of the park land, particularly on the far side of the creek. Houses lined the hill on the left, but across the stream, I could see nothing but forest.
Eventually the path led me out to a street, in an area I hadn't been before, and I turned around and headed home, happy to have followed my instinct - the day made richer by a little exploration.
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