Trekking in Trenton.


I hit the ground running this morning as it was my first weekend without any big chores to keep me hunkered inside the house.  Besides, who knows if every weekend will be perfect weather-wise going forward … so, you seize the moment, right?

As I was lacing up my walking shoes, I decided today’s destination would be Elizabeth Park in Trenton.  I had not been there in a few years and that was with my friend Marge, on a cold and blustery day in November.  We had hoped to get some nice pictures of the Fall colors, but instead, we looked out the car windows rather wistfully at the colorful leaves whipping themselves into a frenzy as they raced across the grass.  So much for our Fall foliage photos.

Once I arrived at Elizabeth Park, I wasn’t real sure of my bearings, so I parked near the dining hall Chateau on the River, so I could find my way back to the car when I was done walking.  Unlike Council Point Park, which is basically two asphalt loops which resemble a lopsided-looking figure eight, Elizabeth Park has a looped vehicular drive which encircles the entire Park.  On one side it is woodsy looking, and on the opposite side, you get a great view of the water and the marina.

So, I walked along the skinny sidewalk that is designated for pedestrians and bicyclists.  I figured I’d walk four or five miles and explore a little as I went along.

Shortly into my excursion, I saw a set of rickety-looking concrete steps and went down them as there was a footbridge just across the grassy expanse and I wanted to cross it.


I climbed up the footbridge, lightly holding onto the black wrought-iron railing with its ornate design and curlicues at the base, and looked up and down the waterway.  I saw a pair of kayakers in the distance.  I watched them and they were so in tune with one another, as they rhythmically dipped each side of the oar into the water to propel themselves forward.


I took some pictures of them as they got closer to me, and just before they disappeared under the bridge where I was standing, one of them looked up and called out to me “so which magazine cover will we be appearing on?”  I smiled and told them I was a walker, not a kayaker, and they would be featured in in my walking blog that day, amongst whatever other sights, people and/or critters that I came across.  They laughed good naturedly and told me to have a great day and soon they exited from under the bridge.  I watched them until they were nearly out of sight.

Then, I carefully climbed back down those shallow footbridge steps and headed over to introduce myself to a woman who was using a long-handled metal detector.  I’d seen her in the distance from the bridge, and, at first, I thought she was weed whipping near the base of the steps, until I got closer and realized she was using a gizmo to search for metal in the grass.  I asked her if she had uncovered any treasures today, and she told me “all I have found was three cents so far” and we spoke about several instances in the Downriver area in recent weeks, where people had lost cherished possessions at concert venues in big parks.  One was a memorial necklace with a pendant containing a baby’s cremains and the other was a wedding ring.  The necklace was found and the owner located, and that was a trending topic in the Downriver crime sites and this human interest story similarly made the local newspaper.  The woman told me she had searched for the missing ring on her own to no avail.  We chatted it up, I took her photo, then I climbed up the stairs and back onto the pathway on the vehicular road once again.


I roamed around, weaving in and out of the wooded areas, feeding a few squirrels and admiring a gaggle of geese who decided they were too pooped to participate in grazing this morning and were just taking it easy.  Perhaps they were casualties of those lazy, hazy, crazy days of Summer that Nat King Cole crooned about.


Actually, there were dozens of geese, unlike at Council Point Park, where I’ve just seen them overhead of late, and not in the grassy areas near the perimeter path like earlier in the year.

I was going to check out the ponies in the livery stable, but it was deserted until later in the day according to the sign.

There were unique-looking exercise stations along the way, and some of those stations had equipment that looked a little strange, but each came with a description of what the equipment did, just in case you weren’t sure (like this one below).


I meandered along the trails in the wooded area, thoroughly enjoying myself, then headed over to the marina.  Just like at Bishop Park, it was great to stroll along the waterfront and see all the people enjoying themselves on this fine Summer day.


Before I knew it I was back at my starting point, and, when I checked the pedometer, I knew I needed to bulk up my miles some more, so I did a second go-around the entire circular driving loop.  The speed limit is only 15 mph, but you have to watch for cars and maintenance vehicles.

While walking, I was thinking about the first time I visited Elizabeth Park.  It was the year we moved to the States – 1966.  My parents made it a destination for a “Sunday drive” … that got me thinking whether people still go on a “Sunday drive” anymore?  Probably not, after you battle the traffic jams all week long, and, for us Downriver folks, just travelling on Southbound Fort Street these days is like rolling along a major highway due to the River Rouge Bridge Project.  But, we’d often go to Elizabeth Park, stopping first at the outskirts of that venue to buy root beer floats or soft-serve ice-cream cones.

I wondered if I went on the pony rides or if I was too old for them by that time?

Life becomes a blur sometimes when you look back a half-century ago (groan).

About Linda Schaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, so this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for four decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, though I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too. - Linda Schaub
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6 Responses to Trekking in Trenton.

  1. Marge says:

    This is great. Made me think back to my youth. I lived near the root beer stand. Loved that place.


  2. lindasschaub says:

    Thanks Marge – I knew it would bring back memories of all your treks there … never knew you lived by the root beer stand. Yup, always went there for a float.


  3. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda…………………………I enjoyed your excursion to Elizabeth park………………………… know our geese are gone during the nights lately and only come back during the day…………….I’m happy because the pond walk is not full of “geese poop”…………………………..when we were kids that’s what we did on Sunday afternoons go for a ride to the park and ride on the ponies


  4. lindasschaub says:

    Ann Marie – thank you … I enjoyed the little excursion as well … this is a place I had not been in decades, until I went with Marge a few times in the Summer of 2013 or 2014, then that cold day in November of 2014. It is very woodsy and I liked walking the trail. As to the “goose poop, that is one nice thing about the absence of the geese at Council Point Park right now … I only have seen them flying in V-formation and not on the ground in recent weeks … as you know from walking there, the trail gets pretty littered and you have to step around it. I do remember those pony rides and seeing the kids on them … cannot remember if I rode as I was already ten years old when I moved here … probably did. That was a Sunday afternoon drive for us. The good old days.


  5. Glennaray Kaier says:

    This was beautiful. I loved the memories. Was that our Marge talking to you , such a short time ago. I walked across that bridge once with Marge. Skipped school when I was in jr, high here. Got engaged here and took my babies to ride the horses. Later I brought my grandchildren here to play on the swings and eat at the concession stand. My father took me to get foot longs and root beer floats here and yes my sisters cruised on the weekends here with their friends, I grew up in Trenton and this park was a big part of my life. Thank you for the memories.


  6. lindasschaub says:

    Hi Glennaray – I am glad you enjoyed this little tour of Elizabeth Park. I’m doubly glad I sent you the link as I knew it would bring back memories of your trips there with Marge, but did not realize you had spent so much time there in the past, before you met Marge and went with her all the time. You have some wonderful memories, and you, like Marge and I, have remembered that root beer stand. Is it still there now? I forgot to look the day that I went there. As I said in the post, it was the first time I’d been there by myself – always went with Marge (only a handful of times) but she was driving. Was afraid I’d get lost – I am the worst at directions when driving! (Remember when you were here in the Spring and we discussed parallel parking – I hate that and am prone to get lost easily.) I am glad this post stirred up some pleasant memories for you; thank you for sharing them with me.


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