There is an old train trestle in town, that traverses the river just above the falls. In 1999, townspeople banded together to create a walking trail where the old line extended through the city. It affords spectacular views. It is also not easily accessed by those like myself with mobility issues.
But I am determined.
I asked everyone I know. Some said they have petitioned the city to make it more accessible, some have pointed out different ways to enter the trail, and one neighbour even offered me his motorized scooter.
Then I noticed someone in a wheelchair up on the bridge and knew there must be a way.
I drove to all the trailheads, attempted different approaches, and then…
I finally found it. A way in.
The walk challenged every one of my muscles, and a couple of times I had to push panic aside. It was so worth it!
The stroll back to the car was slow, punctuated with many stops, and all the while, I felt grateful for this spirit of mine that refuses to give up.